Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination.
Author's Note: Please bare with me. This is sorta just a jumble of words, feelings and emotions at the moment.
Loss.
It's a simple enough notion. The loss of something. To misplace an item. A defeat in a sporting match. To lose a few of the unwanted holiday pounds.
A simplistic notion.
But an unfathomable and profound emotion.
For most, loss is an impossible emotion to deal with. It was an end, a closed book, a crimson stop sign.
However, to her, loss was all she knew. It wasn't some immeasurable twist of fate, or a ruthless form of torture. In some warped way, loss was her sign that everything was alright.
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It hadn't surprised her. From the very first moments she had assumed it would come to this conclusion. She barely felt it. But then again, she barely felt anything these days. She simply accepted it.
"I'll let you get some rest." She merely nodded in response, closing her eyes in a vain attempt to follow orders. The darkness she was met with brought her a strange sense of satisfaction. It was a place she knew well, a shelter from the emptiness she felt.
When she finally unclenched her eye lids, the harsh lights of the room flooded her vision. She winced in discomfort. The sweat-soaked material of her clothing clung fixedly to her aching skin. The unkind cloth of the bed sheets tore away at the back of her legs. And in the corner of the room, a simple analog clock ticked persistently away, counting every uncomfortable moment and storing it away in its memory.
She glanced at the worn key pad of phone that lay on the table beside her. It begged, screamed for her attention. She simply took a deep breath – in and then out, and forced herself to turn away from it. It only held heartache. Instead, she reached for the television remote, grasping it and aiming it in the direction of the humble screen across the room. With an effortless click, light sprang to the monitor. The evening weather report. She let out a sarcastic laugh. The forecast for the new few days was dark and cloudy. The notion somewhat saddened her. Another sarcastic laugh. It was typical. A day like today, and the only hint of sadness she felt was due to the weather forecast.