"You sound like life but, you tasted goodbye."

I never understood what you meant when you turned around and walked away. I told myself, it was you who was leaving me. So, perhaps, you were talking about yourself in a third person's point of view.

How I came to know you were right—is a tale meant to be a nightmare.

I sound like life because my name is Evergreen. I've hated people shortening it to Ever or Green. Ever resounds the end of forever and Green for gangrene—which, isn't very pleasant to imagine.

Your mother told me she had meant to name you...