I gaze out over the horizon. The golden hues of sunset streak over the hills beyond us, lighting them in a fiery glow.
It's been two months.
It's been two months I've been free of him.
It's been two months since I've heard his voice.
Since I've seen his stupid smile.
It's been two months of thinking of every single moment.
Every choice I made.
Every mistake that lead to the moment when he vanished into nothing.
It's been two months of regretting.
Two months of longing.
I'm a damn fool.
It's a simple fact that I keep returning to.
It's the only logical conclusion I can reach.
I'm a blasted, wretched, stupid, naive, hopeful, foolish idiot.
I shouldn't-
I close my eyes and turn my gaze to the ground, covering my face with a gloved hand.
I have work to do.
And instead of doing that, I'm sitting out here and watching the sunset.
Why the hell-...
