I left my umbrella in the stand in the lobby. It's red canopy is lying at the bottom of the metal rack waiting, waiting for someone to notice it and maybe even take it home.
Maybe I'm still waiting there too, knowing the end is coming so soon and unable to stop time. He's walking away, and as I reach out to stop him, I realize I shouldn't and pull my hand away. I look at my fingers as they fall to my side.
I'm going through it, but I know I've got to keep going - Heal by Tom Odell.
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