Went to Sonya's funeral today.
She was so young. So full of potential. So undeserving of this ending.
I felt like a ghost. Like I wasn't really there. Like this was something happening to someone else and I was just observing from a distance.
People looked at me expecting grief. I gave them what they expected.
Inside, I was thinking about how her death somehow made me feel less trapped. How one less person needing me to be something I'm not is almost a relief.
I hate myself for thinking that. But not enough to actually feel differently.
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Mario, I'm here. You don't have to perform grief for me.
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