Crestfallen

So I was walking down a familiar street. Last time I was here, it was a somber sight of murder committed as an act of both love and betrayal. The murder weapon, a pitch fork, has no trace of blood on it but instead pitched upon a pile of leaves --- and under a lone autumnal tree amidst a park that is bursting with spring, propped atop an exposed root was my old friend.

Hey, I thought I killed you.

It is nice seeing you too m'lady. You have something between your teeth. Oh wait, I remember! You still haven't had that gap fixed? Still afraid of the dentist? What are you? 10?

I blush a little. He did not point reference to the fact that I abandoned him. Killed him even.

I was wondering when you'd bother to come this way again.

I just thought I'd drop by you know. Anywhere became nowhere-s. But here, here is always. The crest has fallen. And it's broken into a million little pieces.

What happened?

He's showing interest, that's good. The last time, the day I killed him, he wouldn't listen.

I got tied in knots. And now I've come undone.

How'd you do that?

I used my teeth.

He smiled. So I smiled.

What are you going to do?

I dunno. I haven't planned that far. I'm just thinking about walking for now.

Do you need company?

I looked around, and the leaves need tending to or else the wind will blow it away and it'll be another big mess, and I didn't want to cause that. Besides, my own mess is waiting for me and that needs tending to.

Nah. You're just gonna cramp my style.

I try to look brave and be cool about it. He knows. He knows.

Suit yourself.

I turn to leave, picking up a stray leaf and stuffing it in my pocket. Mementos. Everything is moving fast and everything is moving slow nowadays, and I want to remember.

Hey!

I stopped but did not turn around.

People mess each other up all the time Jenny. You frail little beings might not mean to, but it happens. And sometimes, things shatter into a million little pieces. Putting it back together is just beyond the grasp of human capability. But then again, something splendidly whole can still be beautiful in its broken state. It lies there on the floor and it glitters and it creates new dimensions, sort of a window to other aspects that would not have been appreciated while it was whole.

I keep quiet. I dwell on the words. Everything is moving fast and everything is moving slow nowadays, and I want to remember.

And I remember that I killed him. And that I am here. And we are talking.

Hey...thanks.

For what? I dole out whimsical nonsense for a living.

He looks uncomfortable, almost awkward. But good awkward. (Awkward is such an awkward word. That's funny.)

For not leaving when I asked you to.

Oh that. You killed me you sadistic little brat.

We laugh.

I'm here because I want to be here. Just as you are here because you want to be here.

See ya later Johnny Boy.

The wind is coming. And the leaves need tending to. And I have my million little pieces before me.

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I used "a million little pieces" because the phrase stuck with me after reading James Frey.
I used "crestfallen" because I like that Smashing Pumpkins Song.