Through
Not Forward. Through.
I’m watching someone I know get dismantled in real time.
I won’t name him. Names turn this into gossip. This is anatomy. This is what it looks like when a man falls apart and then, against all odds, against all reason, doesn’t.
He didn’t ask for it. Nobody ever does.
The life he was building didn’t explode. That would’ve been merciful. Explosions are quick…



