Scott Burgess

Everything you were together was keeping you from that hole through your middle and the knowledge of it comes rushing back, like an open airlock. And it’s bigger than it used to be, all that loss compounding in on itself like a black hole. You’d …

But we slept beside each other that night, knowing he would leave in the morning. Knowing that the next day was when we’d live with the consequences of that conversation — that two best friends of eight years, two people that had joked about baby names and growing old together, two people who had known each other and knew each other best would begin to undo it all.