When the news was felt, he didn’t feel.
Honestly, it took him two years before he actually felt… the impact. The pain, whatever sliver was there, pounded his heart.
At the time of the call, he was frolicking with his new thirty and flirty frivolity: his new woman. They laughed in unison and never stared into each other’s eyes, never considered their hearts, and never considered their pockets. They were living a free life.
The used each other and breathed each other’s fire, igniting their desires- their sexual desires.
They were just dolls, and they played house.
Eventually, they divorced and playtime was over. Playtime was over exactly two years after that call.
She said, “you changed” and he said, “I am still the same”. She sighed and said that it may just be the truth.
But the crazy thing was that, that call inspired something: a new burning and for once someone actually mattered.
He mattered, so much so that he kneeled in front of him, in despondence and reverence. Why reverence? Because he new he was better than he ever was, and he knew he never could be half the man he undoubtedly was.
He clutches the carnation and white rose bouquet like a sacred scroll. He looks at the roses like they are the saddest things to ever live, and weeps.
His teared face focuses on the gravestone and he reads the sentiments out loud.
As it registers in him, he lets out an unearthly moan. The cemetery security gazes pitifully at his display. He tips his hat low over his eyes. He had never seen a man cry like the rain was showering and the thunder was bellowing. It was a first. and a first for him.
He places the flowers at the foot of the resting place and remembers that call, once again.
“Your son is dead.”
And he’s filled with dread.
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