YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.
And then, I heard it: her own soft, muffled weeping, joining mine in a fragile, broken duet.
We didn't need words. The hug wasn't about comfort; it was about co-grief. It was two separate people finally realizing they were standing in the same storm, and choosing to stand together. We held each other like we were the only two things left in the universe that made sense, sharing the unbearable weight until, maybe, just maybe, it felt a little lighter, and I cried out, “It's not fair.”
*** 🦋 ***
After crying for hours, we sat on the couch like statues. Felix and Greg were in the kitchen, making several attempts to prepare something that would make us feel better, but every single try failed a
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