I have no idea how long the grief claimed me whilst I was on that street, but eventually it dulled and dimmed into the prickling, painful unconsciousness that was my sleep. I didn’t dream of anything, I just existed – a machine that was on standby, awaiting maintenance. It was the least painful way of existing, but of course, sleep only lasts for so long.

Then the pain will begin again.

The End

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