Someone Has to Save Us from This by Kasper Hartman

She scrunched into a ball beneath the covers and wept. She could not be asked to remain in this apartment without him. Not after all this. He held within him too much of the contents of her life. But it was not a question. You cannot ask a freighter to turn back once it has begun to drift away. It is too immense. And as cumbersome as its parting may seem, its course is inevitable once set in motion. Soon it and all of its contents will be a speck, you must tell yourself. Soon they will be nothing. And yet, she thought, surely it must turn back on occasion, when—after the deck has been thoroughly scoured—the cry is raised that something very important was forgotten on the shore.

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