the tv was left on but the familiar dialogue of cable programs rerunning for the 84753th time got on those delicate nerves. the head was spinning. a lazy index finger proceeded to locate this big round button on the top of the remote control. it pressed down on it, hesitantly, as if it sensed what was to follow. sudden peace. too sudden. if you close your eyes, you would hear the cranky noises of the fan spinning above. if you open your eyes, you would want to close them again. emptiness might hit you too hard. it glares.

what's the most missed is the ability to trust someone fully and wholeheartedly.

gingerly, you wipe off a tear.