Theo's POV :-
Hours passed at work on Monday, but the work I had accomplished was maybe thirty minutes worth. I had seen only two clients today and spaced out a few times in the middle of the meeting. I was disassociating a lot today, I could hear myself talking, and feel my fingers pointing to lines in whatever document I was going over, but it was like I wasn’t even there.
That happened sometimes. I would be outside myself, watching from above as I went about my day, but this time it wasn’t the darkness that had me so distracted. It was everything else.
Grandfather.
Mary.
My future.
Our future.
I was going to do it. I was going to stop purging. I didn’t know how yet, but I was going to. The other night as I watched Mary’s lips twitching when the cop had shown up, I had been cert
