An avid character murderer. Lover of history and mythology. Globe-trekker. Creative writing major. W...
I woke up Sunday morning with the sense that something had gone wrong. That something terrible had happened. It wasn’t a precognitive feeling – like there had been an accident I hadn’t heard about yet. I felt more like you do the morning after you unexpectedly lose someone you love. That hurt, lost feeling you get as you prepare to face the prospect of a life without someone you were drinking and laughing with two days ago. The emotional limbo that sits between holding onto the happy p. . .
I woke up Sunday morning with the sense that something had gone wrong. That something terrible had happened. It wasn’t a precognitive feeling – like there had been an accident I hadn’t heard about yet. I felt more like you do the morning after you unexpectedly lose someone you love. That hurt, lost feeling you get as you prepare to face the prospect of a life without someone you were drinking and laughing with two days ago. The emotional limbo that sits between holding onto the happy p. . .
