THE FOLLOWING days after Karen’s death feels like a blur. I felt the rock a couple of times. During the day. At night. When I’m making tea that I don’t feel like drinking anymore. When I went by her now empty room. When I take out my trash. Or when I sit on my couch, which feels so extremely cold now that she doesn’t occupy it anymore.
Everything feels different without Karen’s presence who always makes sure she would bother me at least once a day. It feels too quiet now as if no one is at home. I can feel her absence, too deafening. It’s because she’s always the life of the party. I feel empty inside. It feels like my chest is being carved open. Hollow.
I have never felt like this before. It’s so weird, too unfamiliar, and strange. If it’s not because of the massive Werewolf occupying
