“You get used to it, you act friendly, and you become a
shell of your former self.
At some point, you would package this situation, labeling
it as “every day”, and send it to the depths of your
memories. There was no doubt you would try to justify it
as something like a memory as well.
“Time was the medicine to everything.”
But that was wrong. Time was nothing but a slow
inducing poison. It gradually eroded things of the past,
with the only purpose of ending things and forcing you
into resignation.”