…..the light went out in his life—not A light, THE light—the day she left unexpectedly, sans explanation or remorse, and it was forever extinguished after that. He kept on living, of course, the functional aspects of living at least—eating, breathing, pumping blood, producing hormones, excreting bodily wastes, commanding five disparate senses—but the purpose he once enthusiastically subscribed to for occupying a cherished spot on Earth’s lush surface no longer existed. He lived on only because it seemed too much of an effort for him to take his own life in collaboration with the embarrassment he knew it would cause his family if he followed through with such a selfish, cowardly act. You see, it wasn’t that living without her was that awfully BAD in any strict sense, it was just……it was just…..it was just……just…..just…..just a bunch of day-after-day nothingness…..a yawning wasteland—a temporal vacuum devoid of all passion and pleasure which suggested infinity to no insignificant extent and gave every impression of lasting forever…..
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