Asher
I wasn’t doing well. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought of Cynthia and the look on her face before she’d left my life forever. I had no appetite. I had to force myself to eat for sustenance.
I felt like a zombie, going through the motions of the day to day. Classes, practice, food, sleep. Again and again, on a loop. The days passed without meaning. The whole world felt darker without her.
And the pain was unbearable. I felt a constant burning in my chest, and multiple times a day it would spike so high that I would stumble. Once, I was brought to my knees.
I went to the doctor then, thinking I was having a heart attack. The doctor told me that while my ailment wasn’t fatal, I would suffer. Eventually, he said, it would get easier in time.
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