Lynn Weingarten - Suicide Notes from Beautiful Girls

It’s Ryan.

My hands are shaking, I can barely breathe. I check the time. It’s after one a.m. Ryan will be sleeping.

The phone rings four times and goes to voicemail. I hang up and call again. It rings and rings.

Finally, he answers.

“Mmm’lo?” I imagine his face pressed against his pillow, one bare leg kicked out from under the comforter, because that’s the way he always sleeps. I imagine him with Delia, yelling the day before she died.

“I need to talk to you.” My voice sounds strange, barely like me at all.

“Are you okay? What time is it?” I imagine him sitting up in bed now, scratching his chest. I imagine his slow, sleepy heart starting to pound. “Did something happen?”

Yes, I think. Something very, very bad. But what I say is, “Can you meet me?” Because I know I need to do this face to face.

He hesitates for only a fraction of a second. I imagine him thinking how late it is, how early he needs to get up for swim practice. “Of course,” he says, like I knew he would. Because a thing I know about Ryan is that he always does what’s expected of him. Then again, maybe I’m wrong about that.

“Should I come over?”

“No,” I say. “I’ll come to you.”

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