Life has always been a bitch.
But this… this was too much even for her.
In the space of four days, my life has totally shifted. Or was it three days, wait, is it five?
I don't even know anymore. But each day I find myself entangled in things that I know won't end well. The very thread of my life that has once run singularly after I lost my parents, now weave around others.
Richard. Cole. Harry. Anna. Erica. And now, Hermosa, or should I say, Cole's mother.
One might wonder why I said my life was spinning on a single thread when there was Alicia, her daughters, Felix and Charlie. But these people weren't really connected to my life. They are a part of my life, a part that I don't really take seriously.
Perhaps that doesn't make sense, but these people aren't really connected to my life, my thread of life doesn't really weave around them. At least not anymore.
