Literature
Something
He had gone. He had left when it was more than could be expected for a person to take. It wasn’t his idea, he wanted to work through it, to continue on through the battle until some kind of resolution could be found. But she refused. He wept, cried – shouted – hit things and threw glass, apologised, begged and blamed. She sat. She watched. She waited. She told him to go, to leave. He wanted to know why; was it him? She answered as only she now knew how. He left.
Her family tried to bring her “out of it”. Booked her into counselling, stayed at the house, kept vigil but even after their efforts their visits beca