Since we are all online

You said Ellie died in a car crash.
Like that’s something I’m just supposed to move on from.
Like she was here one minute and gone the next, and that’s it end of story.
But you don’t get it.
You don’t get how every part of me still feels her.
How I still wait for her to text me back.
How I replay that day over and over, trying to make it make sense.
You said she died.
But something about the way you said it never sat right.
Like you were hiding something.
Like the story wasn’t yours to tell.
And maybe you’ve moved on.
But I haven’t.
Because I don’t think that’s the whole truth.
And I’m done pretending I believe it