Sometimes I forget people exist. Sometimes I forget they stop existing. Sometimes I forget some people never existed to begin with. Cassandra – but everyone calls me Cassie – wakes up one morning, staring up at the ceiling fan rotating above the bed she shares with long-term girlfriend, Flor. A buzz of a funeral procession echoes through her mind. She can ever smell the fresh, dug earth mounted. The murmurs of sobs and condolences. People speak at the podium. A preacher talks. She shakes her head and turns to see Flor sitting there on the bed. The night before, they spoke of their relationship. How it moved in two directions. “We’ll talk later,” Flor says before grabbing her bag and books, heading out…