This is part of a series of articles attempting to describe, enter, portray, and hopefully understand the psyche of someone waiting for answers, and outcomes of the unknown. Some days will be long, some days will be shorter than usual, some days will be too devastating… all reflected in the articles.
“I miss Oasis and I miss him,” Pierce said.
It was the first time they did not see each other after several months of spending time together on that particular day of the week, every single week.
“There was a void. A huge one. I could not exactly explain what I felt when I woke up that morning, knowing that we would not be meeting that day,” Pierce narrated.
It was not a break-up. It was not the end of anything. It was a waiting game – waiting for something without knowing what will be the outcome.
The night felt longer than the first three days. He was restless. His mind was blank. He was just staring at his phone.
“Now, I really do not know. Was this just a way for me to slowly lose my feelings,” Pierce asked.
They say that time will heal anything, but what it actually does is to teach someone to live with the pain.
What can happen in the remaining days? What can happen after tonight with all the broken thoughts and questions? What can happen in his state of mind?
It was getting real. It was puncturing deeper. It was eating everything. It. Was. Difficult.
