Numb
Kavielle POV
It had been over a week since he visited. Somehow it felt right that he wasn't around anymore, I was in full blown grief. I guess our conversation felt like a finality; the tiny glimmer of hope I had was extinguished completely. He was out of my life for good, and it hurt. By all that people may believe in, the pain was undeniable. I thought the grief I felt for Vincent was harsh, this was something I had never felt before.
Since I wasn't working, everyday was a mixture of weeping, sobbing, eating, and drinking. I had moments of quiet, when I would disassociate enough, lost in my thoughts again. I mourned for him in a new way. I laid in my bed, watching the ceiling, contemplating existence. I missed his company; like, just having him to talk to.
