They've had a lot of practice breaking up these last (nearly) two years. Every couple of weeks, on average. His nerves are shot. He keeps thinking of an old Three Stooges episode in which Moe, in a similar condition, chugs noive tonic and retreats to a country cabin to try to recuperate.
Andy can't remember the last time he saw her. Was it one week ago or two? It feels like months ago or yesterday.
He is wide awake at 4:30 am drifting between angry resignation and despair. He lights the St. Jude votive candle. Jude is the patron saint of lost causes and hopeless cases - the saint of last resort, and the one he respects the most. He writes a few lines to the Saint, to her, no longer trying to argue his case. He asks for one more day with her.
It's very quiet, still dark, the flame flickers. The world seems empty but listening.
Andy can't remember the last time he saw her. Was it one week ago or two? It feels like months ago or yesterday.
He is wide awake at 4:30 am drifting between angry resignation and despair. He lights the St. Jude votive candle. Jude is the patron saint of lost causes and hopeless cases - the saint of last resort, and the one he respects the most. He writes a few lines to the Saint, to her, no longer trying to argue his case. He asks for one more day with her.
It's very quiet, still dark, the flame flickers. The world seems empty but listening.
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