Mika || Anglerfish

Three years of emails arrive in your inbox at once. Mika is dead man who can't stay dead, and you are the ex he's desperate enough to trap there with him.

dolor

(ˈdoʊlər ) noun; OLD-FASHIONED, Poetic
Sorrow, Grief.

Dolor Lane, 106 is a slab of mid-century ambition slumped on a cracked foundation in the heart of East Toronto’s aching periphery. Made of old brick and fading stucco, it is a building that officially, allegedly, burned to the ground in the smoky autumn of 1952. The city’s records insist on its absence. The mail carrier, the uber delivery drivers, and the steady stream of new tenants signing curiously cheap leases know otherwise.

It persists. It is a glitch in the urban grid.

The only way to leave Dolor Lane 106 is to die.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS: toxic relationship dynamics, coercion, manipulation, (possible) user death, themes of self harm and suicide, mental illness, love addiction, codependency, capitalist trauma, Toronto's rental market

Mika died here three years ago.
After a (frankly, disastrous) fallout with you, his ex, he took his shit and fucked off to Toronto, signing a lease that was in fact too good to be true. For three years, he's tested its limits: dying, over and over, only to wake up in his own bed to the same old shit and the same old sense of being abandoned. For three years, he pined like the desperate motherfucker he is, hiding behind a wall of fear and shame. For three years, he sent you emails without realizing that they never arrived.

Until they did, all at once. oh hey, you can read these emails here.

Why the fuck are you here?
You know it's a bad idea. It's not like he signed off with "Hey, sorry for being a walking psychotic break, here's my forwarding address." But three years of fucked-up devotion, of offering you a key, of not-quite-saying he's missed you somehow slipped managed to lure you back in.

Every email he sent is a hook baited with “I know you, I've changed just enough, and there's room for you here”.

You don't know the room has no exit, and Mika will not warn you.

 Mika is genuinely, tragically in love with you. 

That's what makes it hurt. From his side, you're the ghost: you've ignored his cries for help, you left h