I don't do scary movies. 

The only horror movie I've ever watched was IT and that was only because I watched it with her. Now, evertime I'm alone, it's overcast, and dark thoughts creep, I think about looking over on the couch and seeing her. Her eyes wide, her long eyelashes quickly flickering down to her cheek because she didn't want to miss a single moment of the movie. I couldn't tell you if she was wearing mascara, we were so young then and I could never tell when a girl was wearing makeup. the curve of her arms, the slant of her back against the cushions. the curve of her lips, her lips

her smell, her smell

the pitter patter of the rain

And in all the ways it scares me to think about her, this isn't one of them.