It was a heavy day. The weight was not made lighter by the sheer insistence of the world to be bright and sunny; under any other circumstances, this would be the prototypical Fine Day. The weather report promised this inconsistency would continue to be for the duration

He considered buying flowers, but decided not to. They’d do nothing, and the point anyway was to be there. Everything else was optional

He navigated the hospital corridors, then finally found the correct room. As he sat down to begin the wait for her to wake up, he wondered how these things could be both emotionally intense and boring at the same time. It seemed unfair, somehow