I’m honestly not aware of much as we fly to…wherever the hell we’re going. I mostly just concentrate on my mom’s warm presence at my side, and the soft murmuring things she says to me, even if I don’t know what they mean. Still, something about them dulls the gnawing ache in my heart.
An ache which seems to get bigger and bigger as the moments pass, like a cliff, or a quarry, with unsteady edges – my whole world threatening to just tilt in and smash to pieces at the bottom.
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