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Over and over those thoughts go through my mind like an express train stuck on the same circular track. Suddenly I realized that a few hours had passed. ‘What is happening to me?’ I feel like I am going mad or something.

After the funeral we all went to the wake and I watched Paul as he sat in the corner listening deafly to the conversation that was trying to be had with him. There was nothing left in him, the life in his heart was gone and he was simply a shell of existence sitting in a cold corner in the middle of hell. All I could do was to go rescue him and get him home. I walked over and pulled him out from the clutches of the living and took him home where we sat for hours silently in the dark in front of the cold burning fire place.