trapped

thirty

To him, it felt as if her existence was completely fading away. 

It had been about a year or two since he had last seen her. He missed her so much. He truly had no idea when he would ever see her again.

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Sometimes he thought about flying to England again. Maybe it was just to feel the comfort of her being alive. Maybe it was just to be a little bit closer to her. And as the days continued to grow longer, he thought about actually doing it. 

Going to see her, once more. To push his hand up against the glass, feel the pain once more, to just get that memory of holding her hand. To see her also push her hand against the pain. Screaming out for him, yet all he can see is her mouth moving. And the tears moving down her face. And he, he starts crying as well. 

It all snaps back, and he is sitting in his work place crying again. His co-workers quickly find that he is crying. They all move to try the effort of comforting him. Nobody asks him what is wrong anymore. He wants to push them away, but sits there, bawling his eyes out. 

Yet there is nothing, nothing his co-workers can do to make him feel better. They sit and softly hit his back, telling him he'll be okay. 

And he's had enough of everyone babying him, he stands up and pushes them all away. People become confused, he walks down the steps and outside. He walks into town, away from his work place.