Just in one day.
Damn it, everything fell apart.
What do I do?
This wasn't real.
The week started well.
The kind of week that tricks you into thinking you've finally learned how to live.
Good money, good people, good weather,familiar faces.
sunlight spilling over rooftops like forgiveness.
What do I even do when collapse doesn't announce itself?
When it hides inside normal moments and waits?
The air smelled clean.
I feel like I'm drowning.
In blood, in sweat, in exhaustion, in... damn it.
Why is there always an event in everything I write?
Why can't a day just remain a day?
Why must there be a shift, a crack, a tremor beneath the surface?
The weather was beautiful.
It was raining. Work was tiring.
She was smiling. He was smiling.
The food was good. The drinks were good.
Damn it, it was a beautiful day.
The restaurant was old.
We were happy.
We were laughing too loudly.
We were crying with joy over something small and stupid.
I was funny. I was Really funny.
The table felt smaller. The room felt louder.
The laughter became sharp around the edges.
I could feel the moment slipping away, like sand through clenched fists.
And somehow, it was already over before I understood it had begun.
Key, door, waving, light, crying, anger.
Fragments. Always fragments.
Damn it.
Anger, a look, me, him, her, car, key, light.
Why?
She died.