Sometimes I feel hunted by my grief. It circles me, stalks me. It's always in my periphery. Sometimes I can fake it out. Sometimes I make myself go so still, it can't sense that I'm there anymore and it goes away. I do that right now.
Courtney SummersNo, you're a work of art.
Courtney SummersLike being alive one moment and dead the next.
Courtney SummersI hate that I'm so numb and empty and disconnected from most of these people but even I can see worth in stupid little moments like these. These people aren't even my family, but I can see their value and if I can see it in something this small, when I feel this bad, then---
Then why didn't he?
Stichwörter: grief eddie-reeves
Whatever's between us is that kind of new.
Courtney SummersStichwörter: relationship
We were beyond needing other people. Anyone else who happens on the both of us, they're just temps.
Courtney SummersStichwörter: eddie-reeve
Yeah, sure,” I say, and then, for good measure: “Whatever.
Courtney SummersShe was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?
Courtney SummersStichwörter: teenagers
I take a swig from Milo’s flask and hand it back to him. He screws the top back on. He inherited the flash from his grandfather and stole the liquor from his mother. The circle of life.
Courtney SummersI want to go into the sympathy card business. . . Forget sappy messages about overcoming. I want ones that say NOW YOU’LL BE A LESSER PERSON THAN YOU WERE or WE CANNOT POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND or I CAN UNDERSTAND BECAUSE SOMEONE I KNOW DIED TOO or maybe something about how grief can make your skin feel sore and bruised and electric because that’s how my skin has felt ever since, except for my hands.
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