carcinos.

A dissolved relationship is like a terminal disease.
After the initial shock, you're fine for about two weeks.
Everything's fine. You're fine. They're fine. And you're more than happy to be alone.
Third week, and suddenly, you feel it.
That nagging, awful, malevolent force within you that starts small and grows with an ugly perseverance.
Guilt and loneliness, remorse and anger can be as internally devastating as any tumor, and gradually, you realize.
Five weeks in, and Emery is sitting on the edge of his bed in the dark,
sensing the void,
and wondering how the hell things got this bad.