Jonathan
I spent the whole day with my mind in turmoil, physically present in the hustles, but my mind was on her, in that damn closed-off room. Ever since I saw the clinic door locked, my peace vanished. I drove by her house and saw the motorcycle in the garage. Damn, she was there. Alone? Unwell? Sleeping? Crying? Did she have another crisis? And me? What do I do? Send a message? Show up? Or leave her in her corner? Damn, I don't know my place in all this anymore.
This situation is a shitshow. It's a mess for me, but especially for her. Because while I'm here losing it, she's there suffering and trying to bear alone a damn grief that isn't just hers. But she felt it, she bled… and I, no matter how much I feel, can't measure the pain she carries. That's why I'm stuck in this damn lim
