new moon + green

I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn’t lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

Alice, you’ve disappeared. Like everything else. But who else can I talk to? I’m lost. When you left…and he left. You took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. But in a way I’m glad. The pain is my only reminder that he was real…that you all were.