We drove home quietly. Robin was the one who had to deal with most of the procedures and whatnot. I was grateful for that, I didn't want to spend more than five minutes in a room together with him. I was devastated by mom dying, but I hadn't seen her since my wedding, she was busy, she was always busy I understood.

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I spent weeks, months in bed, I skipped my online college classes, I even skipped the wake and funeral. Mikey tried to coax me out of bed. He stayed home from work but eventually rn out of vacation days and tried bringing Frankie and Gerard over but it didn't really help. We still had the same conversation daily.
"You need to get up love"
"I know"
"It's fine love you're fine"
"I know"
"I know telling you this won't help anything, won't make you get up, or fix the chemicals in your brain, or heal your scars but I love you" then he'd kiss my nose and leave me in the dark alone.

Notes

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