4 weeks
My head collapsed onto my desk in front of me. I was stuck. Not sure with what, probably life. I played around with my pen for a bit, thinking about what to write, pursing the ink on the paper, then lifting it off and going back to letting thoughts run through my head.
It had been four weeks since...
It hurts to think about it.
Dear Simon,
Every day is going by so slowly, getting worse and worse every second. It's torture. And this is probably how I'm going to spend my whole life.
People probably think I'm pathetic. So what. Maybe I am.
I smiled.
I can imagine what you'd say : "Stop worrying about what other people think of you, Vikk." And you'd hug me and rest your chin on my shoulder.
I could feel him walk up to me and press his head to mine, feel his breath on my cheek, as he looked at what I was writing. He used to do that when he was in the same room as me.
Those two words, 'used to', ran in my head.
I could feel a tear slip out of my eye.
"Don't cry, Vikk." His voice.
The tear rolled down my cheek.
"Where are you, Si? Is that you?" I whispered.
I was going mad. I was losing it.
"Stop fucking crying for once!" I stood up and was about to smash the pen into the wall, but I didn't, and sunk back into my chair.
"He's not here." I whispered back to myself.
You're not here.
"Vikk, is everything ok?" It was Josh. I could hear him trying to turn my handle.
"What kind off stupid question is that?" I murmured under my breath.
"I'm fine. Just let me be." I paused. "Thanks."
Simon, life without you is torture.
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