I didn’t sleep again.

At 3am I had returned to Jessica's house and was on her couch with my laptop burning my thighs and a blanket I hadn’t touched.

"Show me," Jessica said, voice low.

I hesitated, then turned the screen toward her.

The forum was still up. Archived.

My username from 4 years ago: m_hidden19

My last post: "What if the only way I feel free is if I’m not the one choosing?"

Under it, 2 replies. The first was some troll. But the second was from a D_arkVisitor:

"If you ever mean it, I’ll help you mean it. No judgment. No rescue. Just you, deciding."

Jessica read it...