I rose from the floor, a skinny and plain afterbirth.
I found Sean in his apartment, and he was utterly confused when I broke down and cried.
I told him of Jekyll’s elixir. That I was a fool. That the beautiful woman he’d pined for and thought was my roommate, was — and now wasn’t — me.
In tears I speak of last night, of how I divided like a cell. Of how my superior self arose, and at last liberated from her weaknesses, left for Cancún.
Of how I was just the worthless, leftover remains she’d rejected.
“No,” he said. “You’re all the parts I loved.”
He held me.
I was whole.
I never felt worthless again.
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