It has plagued me for almost a month now. My thoughts, even my dreams are haunted by images of him. I find a significantly small amount of pity in my friends, I have convinced them into believing it is none of their concern. I find escape in small moments, when I am absorbed in something I enjoy. Reading, music, the bliss of a dreamless sleep. I cherish every waking moment that is not overcome with sadness or anger or self-hatred. Given, these moments are few and rare, but still, they are welcomed with hopeful eyes and a dead face.