Small things happen. Minute details that unravel and spin out of control. Trivialities that lead to the ending. Bits and pieces that remind you the day will come. A scenario you've imagined, dreaded, feared. A sad story you prayed would never dawn.
When someone you love falls, you are not supposed to wonder how to help. You don't pause, or promise to come back later. You don't stand by the sidelines and scream orders at someone else to help. You don't stare blatantly and wait for them to fix themselves. You dive in, and hope you'll break the fall. You make a run for it, and hope you'll be in time to catch them.
Maybe I am being dramatic. Maybe I am judging.
Or I'm just writing things I don't understand. Yeah, latter. That's the one.
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