2 -- GRIEF, OLIVIA, AND A DATE

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--  Bad day ?  --

** Yeah **

--  You OK ?  --

** No**

--  Can I help ?  --

** No**

--  Do you need ...... --

**  Just go away ..... sorry, I can't ....... sorry ......**

--  I understand --

He doesn't

He does

He just doesn't give in

Or give up

Even though he wants to.

--  I miss her too  --

No reply.

He misses her too.

God, does he miss her.

His daughter

Their daughter.

His angel.

Does he believe in heaven ?

No, but he wishes he did.

If she's not there, 

Then where is she ?

He can't, then.

It's only been two months.

Just tears, and then more tears.

Just grief, and then more grief.

Heart rending, 

Mind numbing, 

Soul destroying, 

Gut wrenching, 

Grief.


Three, 

She was three.

Beautifully, adorably, three.

There can't be a God, he had decided.

Not one that he wanted anything to do with.

If he could do this to him, 

To them.

To her.


Dinner

He cooked enough for two, 

But he ate alone, 

In silence.

Except, the sobbing.


The weekend

The usual

Dinner, no movie.

No sex, 

Comfortable, vanilla, or otherwise.

Larry.

Fro, lips, tattoo's, ass.

Larry.  Sex.  Definitely not vanilla.

Stop.  Stop this, now.

Why ?

He DOESN'T LOVE me !

I don't love HIM !

I need to leave, 

But I can't.

Talk, we need to talk.

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