Life Goes On...

The world kept spinning.

He knew that. 

He knew that while he was home, alone, avoiding everyone, it all kept going.

Spinning without him.

He was fine with that. 

He didn't want to be part of the world right now. Not the world that kept spinning. The world that kept moving. The world that acted like everything was fine.

Because it wasn't.

It never would be again. 

And yes, he was fully aware that that sounded so fucking dramatic. But it was fucking dramatic. 

She had been fucking dramatic. 

And now she wasn't. 

She just wasn't. 

How does that happen? 

How can someone be and then just not be?

How can someone be alive and vibrant one day and then....not?

And how can the rest of the world act like it was the same?

The world should have stopped. 

Just stopped spinning. 

Stopped.

At least for awhile. 

Would it have killed everyone to just stop for a goddamn second and show some respect?

Well...actually...yes, it would have. 

If the world had just stopped spinning he guessed it actually would have. 

He felt badly for laughing. 

Then he heard her voice in his head.

It WAS funny. It's okay. Stop being so goddamn dramatic. That's my thing.

He laughed. 

Then he cried. 

Again.

It was her thing. 

She had been so dramatic. 

It had been her thing. 

And now it wasn't.

And somehow the world kept spinning...