Page 14 of Wrapped in Hope

It was all just a mean trick my subconscious is playing on me.

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As time passes,nothing changes. I decide against school and stay holed up in my room, ignoring the outside world. My mother tries talking me into going to the local community college, going to grief counseling, and even seeing a doctor about my depression, but I have no energy for any of it. It’s only been two months since his passing.

This weekend marks the date on my calendar that we planned on leaving for school together, and I’ve just been sitting on my bed, staring at that calendar for hours now.

On today’s date, he wrote, “time to start our future”. His handwriting is neat as it is scrawled out across the box.

My physical wounds have healed, but my heart still longs for something I can never have. I sit on my bed, leaning against the wall and looking out the window at his house. It’s been entirely way too quiet over there, and nothing has changed. Except his truck isn’t in the driveway.

It’s almost like his family is keeping everything the same, waiting for him to come back.

But he’s never coming back.

I look at the ring on my finger as I move my hand to let it catch the light. The diamond sparkles the same as it always has, but something feels different, like a change is coming.