“all good things must end” said Dorcus while ostentatiously stroking her non-existent beard. Then, with a slightly more serious tone, continued “i think no one would value the things they have when they have it if they believed it would last forever, now would they?”.
Hunter sighed as he shut his copy of ‘Blood Meridian’, which was overflowing with red & blue sticky notes and if someone were to pick it up, they wouldn’t be able to tell the printed words from the thoughts written in pencil. Looking up, defeatedly, he said “i know…i just wish it didn’t hurt so much, you know? it’s tough getting through this. i know i will find better things, better people and won’t always feel this way but… every second without him feels like an eternity and the thought of him not being the centre of my affections, even though terrifying, seems entirely out of reach. the 'better things and better people’ days feel like they are a long, long time away. i don’t want to feel what i am feeling right now and being aware of the process just makes it more excruciating because i don’t have hope, i only have longing.”