It will be the second

...it will be the second.

Sometimes we don't give words of encouragement not because we do not have them, but because of the fear of recklessness.


"I don't need your condolences or your fake mercy."

Steven took amiss any word of kindness, believing that, like his wife, others knew what the outcome would be too; and they only hid it "to protect him".

Sometimes it is who is outside the nearest circle, who can see everything with a better perspective. No prejudices, being objective. Not looking for culprits, just trying to tie milestones.

Beyond what I was able to find when I wanted to make that huge puzzle with missing pieces, what worries me the most is your pain, Steven. So I decided to write you a letter and send it to you.

I'm not looking to give you my condolences, although I will. I don't pretend to have mercy, although I will. What I am looking for, what I want, is to let you know what the process will be, and what, finally, will be the next thing to it.

Whatever the reason for your pain, I want you to know that I understand how you feel. There is nothing that can take away the pain. But you will finally find a way to live with it.

You will have nightmares. You will feel fear. You will lose your appetite. You won't want to get out of bed. But you will finally find a way to live with it.

And every day when you wake up, it will be the first thing you will think about

Until one day...

...it will be the second.



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