Day 33.
"I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you.
It's always there, reminding you of what you've lost. What's gone."
They bandaged my hand at the hospital. I don't like it. I want to be able to see the cuts. They remind me of that abstract painting you hung in your bedroom. I think it's beautiful. I want to run my fingers along it, feel how it stings. I sort of like to think of it as some kind of symbol of my struggle to move on.
The girls don't get it.
They haven't left my side since CR found me. It's sweet of them, and I know they mean well. But I'm suffocating.
Did you ever feel like you were suffocating, Chloe?