20 Minutes Gone - Life Goes On

The woman could've been talking for hours but I never heard a word.

My mind was swimming in the memory of him. Only five minutes gone and I already miss him. Just knowing he would be there when I came home was the greatest comfort I never knew he gave me until just now.

Ten minutes gone and it's only getting worse. The thought of telling his closest friends what had happened was making my stomach turn and tumble. But they had to know.

Twelve minutes gone and things look bleak. I try to look for the silver lining. He was in pain and unhappy, he's not anymore. That sad thought comforts me some.

The woman is still talking and glaring daggers in my direction. 20 minutes gone and life goes on. Though the ache in my chest is numb now and at least for the time being things are a little more bearable.