Cyril
After five days of incessant outings to clubs and other fun places, I still haven't found the kind of fun I get from being with Alan.
My whole world has always evolved around him, so it felt so difficult and close to impossible to be away from him.
Today, I decided to go to work.
I had decided on a rhythm to use at work.
It's nothing spectacular, but it’s a rhythm nonetheless.
I'll show up, keep my head down, and try to stay focused on the tasks at hand.
I was still adjusting to the reality of working at the same place as Alan but did not want to see him, but for the first time in days, I felt a glimmer of something normalcy.
Was it because I was at work? Or was it because I was close to him?
My mind still wandered sometimes…memories of those quiet, haunting moments b
