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.
The third day was more difficult than the first two days. Things were starting to feel more real. Pierce was already starting to feel the void. And it was not making him sane.
He was becoming restless. One minute he was okay, the next minute he would just stare at something for a long time.
The thoughts, feelings, and fears were starting to cut deep in his mind and chest. Pierce could not do anything about it, but to just endure and wait for the next minute when he would hopefully be okay for a while.
At work – in between deadlines, HONNE, Benson Boone, Taylor Swift, Dean Lewis, 5 Seconds of Summer, and Olly Alexander, he did not notice his tears started to fall. He tried to control and stop it, but it just flowed. “Will this feeling improve? Will it end?”
He was starting to feel anger. Angry with himself.
He was starting to question things. Questioning himself.
A post online said that one should never lose that spark even after someone did not appreciate you. Let that sink in.
What can happen tomorrow? What can happen in the coming days? What can happen with his mind and feelings after today?
It was sinking deeper. It was hitting harder. It was becoming unbearable. It. Was. Difficult.
