28.
I didn't do anything.
I didn't move.
I didn't eat.
I didn't sleep.
I was paralyzed with pain and sadness.
All I wanted was to join my loved ones in death and whatever came after.
I sat down in a chair and stared out of the window.
Day by day.
Sometimes I napped. Then I woke up, imagining Edward's kisses and Emma's giggles.
Then reality had hit.
People were worried about me.
They told me to move on.
Months after, I was still the same.
I got hospitalized, where they nursed me back to health, physically anyway.
Once I got released from there, they tried to make sure I saw a shrink every week.
I didn't go.
There was nothing to talk about.
Nothing mattered.
