The Little Things
He was so wrapped up in his self-loathing that he didn’t notice the little footsteps coming down the stairs and behind him. A tiny, raven-haired girl was staring him down.
“What are you doing?”
Objects in motion
“As the months passed, he had come to an understanding. This is life... love, loss and transition. They weren't gone forever, obviously. There would be opportunities to see each other. But selfishly he realized that this was another moment of transition for him. It wasn't just their moving. Other things were changing in his life. For the first time in years, he felt unmoored from the world, unsure of his place in it.”