akaruimori

It's not fair that even though you were the one that sent such a sad text message that had insomnia written all over it, I am the one kept up by the message. It's not fair that it is your worry that is worrying me, keeping me restlesss, and unable to feel fatigue. Your message was like a shot of caffeine and adrenaline aimed right at my heart. It's not fair what while I am up desperately trying to sleep, you seem to have fallen into slumber despite all of the above. I expect my pillow to be wet with tears in my struggle to sleep and these raging emotions tomorrow. And tomorrow... we need to talk. It's only fair.

"So, is she taking him away from his father?" "She found a new place, and she took practically everything--yeah I guess she is..." A grim silence took hold of the grave conversation and through the phone lines there was only the sound of breathing. It was like the silence people give in recognition of the dead. Perhaps it was. Something did die. A relationship... or a supposed one. A whole family torn. The mirage of a happy family collapsed and in the shambles the sad reality was there for the world to see. I swallowed and attempted to speak but could find no words. My mind was so engrossed in trying to piece this whole situation together