“Now, sitting on his bed in the grip of his numbing hangover, rainwater spilling its lazy course down the window beside him, his grief came for him fully. It came and dissolved him, unmanned him, took away whatever defences remained and he put his face in his hands & cried.”
This my friends is why SK is the ULTIMATE storyteller. The most beautiful depiction of grief I’ve ever read.
— May 03, 2025 01:48PM
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