“Let me go,” she demands quietly but firmly. “You’re confused.” My fingers unclench and slide off her bare shoulders. Confused? Unreal. Why does she say that? “Hey, guy,” another voice comes through the veil of dope. – You really made a mistake. My friend's name is different. No. That's her. She! I know for sure. I see. Feel. My whole insides are rearing up. I will never confuse this girl with anyone. Just one catch. She died, bled to death right in my arms. Exactly one year ago.