He searched his pockets relentlessly. In and out, patting himself down, looking confused. Was he robbed? Well never mind that, people in the live are growing impatient.
"I'm sorry. I can't find my wallet" he said. He shrugged his shoulders with a dumb look on his face. Having had inconvenienced people around him for not being able to control the universe, since accidents don't happen, the least he could was mold his face to become less attractive with a grimace. Walked out empty handed feeling awkward.
"Ed: WHERE R U?"
"Not getting food :/ what's up?"
"Ed: HEATHER ODED"
Metaphorical punch in his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. First stage of Grief; SHOCK.
Frozen in his tracks he tried to reach for the pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket, the task has never seem so complex. Tunnel visioned, he leaned against a building and slid to sit down. Finally rescuing a cigarette, he threw the pack right next to him on the sidewalk, lighting it with his shaky hands. Inhale. Exhale. Reality blurred through a veil of cancer causing cloud. For a moment anyway.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"What?" turned his head towards to woman and looked away "Yeah, I'm fine." Shook his head unconvincingly.
"Okay. You be good now." she said with unnatural inflection towards the end of the sentence and she walked away.
He put the phone back to the forefront of his attention and said the words that clawing away at his consciousness:
"I just saw her today."
He gets up and flicks away his cigarette butt. Buzz Buzz
"Ed: I KNO I FUND UR WALET"
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