I happened to be friends with Davis Pickett on Facebook, and while his profile was a long-abandoned ghost town,
it did provide me with one of his usernames—dallgoodman, which led to an Instagram.
The Instagram contained no real pictures, only quotes rendered in typewritery fonts with soft-focused, crumpled-paper backgrounds.
The first one, posted two years ago, was from Charlotte Brontë.
“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”
The most recent quote was, “He who doesn’t fear death dies only once,”
which I thought was maybe some veiled reference to his father, but I couldn’t unpack it.
(For the record, he who does fear death also dies only once, but whatever.)
Scrolling through the quotes, I noticed a few users who consistently liked Davis’s posts, including one, anniebellcheers,
whose feed was mostly cheerleading pictures until I scrolled back more than a year
and found a series of pictures of her with Davis, featuring a lot of heart emojis.
Their relationship seemed to have started the summer between ninth and tenth grades and lasted a few months.
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