"and i'll make you a promise in return," he said. "i promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. i won't come back. i won't put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if i'd never existed."
TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
I was not allowed to think of him. That was something i tried to be very strick about. Of course i slipped; i was only human. But i was getting better, and so the pain was something i could avoid for days at a time now. The trade-off was the never-ending numbness. Between pain and nothing, i'd chosen nothing.