Sarah used to call on Mondays, and when she called her voice was hesitant. She had lost the lower half of her lip in an accident when she was seven which the local newspaper said she was lucky to survive. She had a new lip, it never looked right though and Sarah had developed this awkward trick with it, holding it back with her teeth so that it was less apparent but actually it only made it worse. Sarah had long brown hair and in the darker moments I was in love with her, but only during the darker moments. The lip, you know. When I got back from overseas, I probably should have seen Sarah. She was basically everything to me. But I didn't.