Donald

A grey cold seeps below both skin and bone. No words have passed, yet he’s thought of little else—such awful words for an end. Friends counsel patience, but what do they know? Instead, he travels to where she might be, searching. Her parents, her friends, they offer no help or relief. Their eyes reflect his selfishness. In the park, by where they met, she turns from him. “I'm sorry,” he says, but she is not there.