The Second it Happened
They pulled us aside as a group, to tell us what had happened. They told us that if we needed anything, we would talk to them, that they would be willing to support us. Everyone was shocked, and a meeting that had been initially mocked became much more serious, as well all tried to be as silent and still as possible, to not disturb the atmosphere of our own creation.
“I’m sorry, I have to tell you that…”
The second the words have been said, she feels as though she can’t breathe. The world seems to fade into the background, her eyes no longer focusing on the room around her. She could feel herself fading away, everything around her becoming a buzz, something so removed, so separate from herself, that if she could move she would have pinched herself.
The second the words have been said, everything seemed to become much too sharp. The edges of the couch beneath him, of the small piece of metal he had been fidgeting with, all seemed too overwhelming. It was as though everything was happening too much, so much that despite his surprise everything happening now seemed so much more real than anything else he had done that day.
The second the words have been said, they didn’t even react at all. In a way, they later guess that they saw it coming, and were glad that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. They were still aware, and felt a need to make it seem as though they were reacting to what had been said. They lowered their eyes to the ground, not making eye contact with anyone else, hoping that that was a convincing enough facade to make it seem as though they were grieving in an expected way.
“I just want you all to know that we are here to support you with what you’re going through, and if any of you need help just know that we have people who understand how you feel and are ready to help.”
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