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Her response would’ve been the same, no matter his answer: a soft fuck.

She knew what that felt like. Towhee didn’t repeat herself, though she took a moment to think of Maxim. She wouldn’t say it out loud but she hoped this guy at least had a body. That at least gave him some closure, though any kind of loss was hell itself.

I know it’s not helpful right now and you might not even believe me, Towhee said, but time really does have a way of healing all wounds. Although I’d argue that ‘healing’ is a misnomer. You kind of learn to live with the grief. It’s always there but it doesn’t always hurt as badly as it does right now.

Right now, you have to take it one day at a time. Hell, sometimes you have to take it one hour at a time. Or one minute. Have you tried having a complete and total breakdown yet? It can be very cathartic.