Some mornings, I wake up and think that things will be brighter that day. I feel like the burden isn't there and that I'm not still standing in darkness. But, like my shadow, Eva's death never leaves me. All it seems to take is a slight shift in the light and there it is, right in front of my eyes again.
On days when I try to avoid it, it'll get me at the end. Mourning Eva has become the latest thing on my list of stuff that I must do each day and it happens whether I like it or not, like hunger or exhaustion.