7:35

Its been 2 weeks since it all happened. 2 weeks since I came back to this hellacious town with the same godawful people. Truly, it feels so much longer than that, it feels like its been months, years even but I know that's just my mind looking for an escape. Sure I can pass the time by working or meeting up with old friends but still, it couldn't change the fact that he's gone. It won't be the passing of the hurricane. I'll still subject myself to the same tedious torture of listening to his voicemail everyday at 7:35. Every breath, every pause, every stutter in that voicemail is engrained into my head. He wouldn't want me to give up, he'd put on that stupid smile and tell me the dark will pass. Then again, he isn't here. No one's ever fucking here anymore.