Archive of our collapse

Ada’s life is full of old haunts and breakaway dreams. She has a secret that she will never tell, but she tells everybody that she has a secret. She falls in love with someone new on a weekly basis, but falls out of love even before sharing the first kiss. More than anything, she fears the stillness of Sunday mornings. Sometimes she calls me late at night, says “Tomorrow we’ll leave this town. There’s nothing but ghosts here, anyway. Tomorrow.”