- Vol. 05
- Chapter 09
You gave me a cassette – a compilation. You said it was a taste of your soul: a sip of vivid green splashed with monochrome. It was in my car stereo for years. Every day, it bled into my ears, your soul whispered to me, replayed on a loop until the tape was chewed up. When I sold the car, the cassette and the soundtrack to our beginning was still in it.