#289: Alone

[[Girl crawling on bed toward boy

narrator.]]

Narrator: It’s not something you can turn off.

[[Boy pulling girl, bedspread, and pillow off of bed onto floor.]]

Narrator: A part of me is always detached.

Abstracting, looking at numbers and patterns.

[[Girl on top of boy, both under bedspread, on floor. Girl looks to be ’touching’ boy.]]

Narrator: When we should be closest, part of me is still alone.

Counting the touches of her fingertips.

Touch.

Touch touch.

Touch touch touch.

Touch touch touch touch touch.

[[Same scene as third panel.]]

Narrator: Wait.

Is that…

That’s the Fibonacci Sequence!

Whatever I did to deserve you, it couldn’t have been enough.