“The call came early in the morning with news—the kind of news that doesn't wait for a more convenient hour. It didn't surprise me. It should have, but it didn't. I don't know why, but the only thing I felt at that moment was the cold press of the phone against my ear, a lifeless object relaying lifeless news.” LossGriefFamilyRelationshipEmotionalIsolationExistentialismLiterary FictionMelancholic Author:Sasha Harding
“Even with the weight of it all—the distant phone call, the pooling rain, the quiet ache in my chest—the world kept spinning. Indifferent, relentless, and unchanged despite all it had lost.” LossGriefFamilyRelationshipEmotionalIsolationExistentialismLiterary FictionMelancholic Author:Sasha Harding