TUESDAY
Damian has been the most depressing person to be around as if there is a lot going on in his mind, a lot he can't share which keeps him terrified . To be honest I in turn am scared, I am scared for him. It's been a week now that I've been more alone than I ever thought was possible. He's seldom home and when he around, he's never really here. It's almost like his dark dungeon found him and has him locked in
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FRIDAY
Today he wakes me up with a kiss, speaking to me with that life filled baritone that made up reasons why I fell in love with him . We talk like we have to make up for lost time, reminding me of the early years of our being Us. He makes me breakfast and stares at me while I suspiciously eat (with butterflies in my tummy). There was life in his eyes again and something else I couldn't really decipher.
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Today I am happy, I have back what is mine but I am also scared cos I have never felt his love this way before - demanding whilst pleading.
MID FRIDAY
I feel a pang in my chest after which my insides feel as if they are crumbling. I feel empty but for the yet increasing pain so I take my prescribed pain reliever (wondering what must have sparked up my chest pain) and some sedatives to see if the pain lessens after sleep.
I go to sleep with a name in my mind. Damian.
SATURDAY
I wake up and my heart still feels heavy and that's definitely not normal. With a prayer in my mouth for health, I check my phone to see if Damian left a message as to why he wasn't home last night and my pulse stops... I guess my subconscious always knew this would happen. My sister had sent me a text.
** Damian is dead, shot robbing a bank.
My heart bled.