A Day or Two

She would turn around any minute; he was certain of it. She was about to tell the driver of the car to just drive away, she'd changed her mind; he knew it. She was only getting in to discuss her situation with this guy and then she was going to get out and run back into his arms; it was the only thing that would make sense.
She never turned around; he wasn't certain of anything. She told the driver to take her away; he didn't know it after all. She got in the car to give the man a hug and a kiss before they drove off; nothing made sense.

He couldn't move.

He felt like a bolt of lightning had struck his body. Everything was numb and cold. Thoughts failed to give clarity, feelings failed to elucidate the situation. It was all just nothingness. At least something would be something but nothing just remained as nothing. The heart shaped hole that had been filled for so long was open again. At least last time it was open it was such a small hole that it barely bothered him. After so many years of it growing it had been torn open. The gaping wound being so overwhelming in its pain that it was too much to comprehend. So he didn't. He chose not to comprehend. Instead he'd wait for the situation to resolve itself. Everything was so wildly outside of his capacity to understand that he chose not to even try. Why bother? It would only confuse and torment him. It would only anger and destroy him. It would only itch in the back of his head for a day or two.

A day or two.

She would only be gone for a day or two; he was certain of it. Then it would all come back together; he knew it. He needed only put pressure on the heart shaped hole for a couple of days, then he could be whole again; it was the only thing that would make sense.