Familiar Friend

When loss becomes comforting

Pain was so familiar at this point. It was like an old friend. An old, comforting friend. When she heard the news, it was unlike how others would react.

She closed her eyes, tightly. She let the sensation flow over her like a gentle wave. Grief and mourning was so commonplace in her young life that it was no longer an unwelcome feeling. It had become so rudimentary in her life that, that without it, she felt angry and lost.

She no longer envied those that had never been touched by loss’s deformed hand. She no longer wished to be them, she no longer prayed every night for her life to be different. She had hardened, she had shielded herself, she was ready.

This time, when the phone call came, she was ready; emotionally, physically, mentally.

Her soul presumed her tired, too tired and weary for another near-fatal blow, but here she stood.

Loss was her expertise.

When she looked at the resume of her life, her experience spoke for itself. What else did she know? Nothing.

What else was she good for. Nothing

What else could she do. Nothing.

As much as she wanted to escape it, there is so much hate in her heart for the ones she loves.

Author's Note

Ignore spelling and grammar. Hope you enjoy

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Mercilessly Fractured

Elegant read

Matthew

[GwenLark]

Thank you for reading :)

[wordman]

a down to earth touching write

[GwenLark]

Thank you so much

[wordman]

my pleasure

[Gds]

Anything relatable i tend to see as good material. This is relatable from a few sides. So yes. This :)

[GwenLark]

Why thanks, friend