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In the stillness of my apartment, the only thing that moved were the hands of the clock in the hallway, reluctantly dragging me with them into the future.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. A shield had gone up, and now I’d only be able to listen to and record explanations so that I could sift through them later by myself. I soberly took everything he had to say, listening as his words swirled about in front of me, Petrified to let them sink in but knowing I could do nothing to stop the relentless attack on everything I once believed in.

“I guess that’s what happens when the most important relationship you’ve been in dissolves: you get out of the house as much as possible”