■ January is for all the hope that had been cultivated in December for the new year to die.
□ That's why it begins with a triumphant roar, why it takes off like a lion, and stops right near the end.
■ It crushes all expectations and leaves you reflecting and reeling.
□ He had waited for Foggy for his birthday, for Thanksgiving, for Halloween, for Christmas, and for New Years.
■ Foggy had been gone for 5 months and 1.
□ A grand total of 163 days.
■ He counted each one, hoping he would return.
□ Hoping his waiting wouldn't be in vain. Surely it would all work out.
■ Jessica had told him not to have faith in other people.
□ Wade and Ravonna had tried to get him to come to this conclusion a month ago.
■ He knew the signs were there, he didn't want to understand them.
▪︎ His fingers traced the rings on his fingers as if they were a road map.
■ One for love, one for protection from love.
⠦⠠⠓⠑⠄⠎ ⠁⠇⠊⠧⠑⠲ ⠠⠓⠑⠄⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠉⠕⠍⠑ ⠓⠕⠍⠑⠲ ⠠⠺⠑⠄⠗⠑ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠛⠑⠞ ⠍⠁⠗⠗⠊⠑⠙⠲⠴
"He's alive. He's going to come home. We're going to get married."
□ How many times had he told himself those words?
■ When did they become an absolute?
□ And when did he stop believing them?
■ Was it the tail end of Summer? The beginning of Fall? Or now, the middle of Winter?
▪︎ He takes a deep breath, slipping his sunglasses off.
□ The memories he wanted to stop came flooding in. His time at the hospital. He heard it a few times while he was there.
■ "Asystole, starting compressions." Life saving measures, just after a heart stopped. When there was still time to act.
□ He was healed now, the infinity stones had done what they could physically, he wondered if they could do anything to save his broken heart.
⠦⠠⠃⠝⠽ ⠍⠊⠝⠥⠞⠑ ⠝⠕⠺⠂ ⠓⠑⠄⠎ ⠛⠕⠊⠝⠛ ⠞⠕ ⠺⠁⠇⠅ ⠞⠓⠗⠕⠥⠛⠓ ⠞⠓⠕⠎⠑ ⠙⠕⠕⠗⠎⠲⠲⠲⠴
"Any minute now, he's going to walk through those doors..."
▪︎ He could hear his heart beating faster, a lie, one he wanted to be his truth.
■ How long has he been lying to himself?
□ He already knew the reason why, his truth was worse.
■ He lost someone again, someone he could hope, and dream, and pray, and wish for, but he couldn't make return.
□ He tried in March, it bought him time, and false hope.
▪︎ One by one he moved the rings off his fingers, and placed them next to the bowl of half eaten soup.
⠦⠠⠑⠧⠑⠗⠽⠞⠓⠊⠝⠛ ⠰⠠⠔⠑⠧⠑⠗ ⠇⠑⠞ ⠛⠕ ⠕⠋ ⠇⠑⠋⠞ ⠍⠑ ⠋⠊⠗⠎⠞⠲⠴
"Everything I ever let go of left me first."
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