And the moment the blood rushes down out of your head, it's like suddenly falling, like something giving way.
It's not like shock. Because there's the horror that somehow you knew...underneath...without realising.
The horror that this terrible thing was there.
Obvious the whole time, and you didn't see it.
And you know, that now there is not repair.
No going back.
Whatever life you had, whatever fight you thought was important, now looks so naive.
What you thought had been the fight, was merely the warning.
Your biggest fear was nothing compared to this.
The weeks go past and people say it will get better...but it doesn't.
You do everything anyone could, but somehow you know it's done.
It's happened. Too late.