K's been by me throughout. I went back to school on the Monday after Atok's passing despite everyone asking me to take compassionate leave cause I didn't get much sleep. Everyone was giving condolences and asking if I'm alright and stuff, except K.
He doesn't say a single word about the passing. He did, though, doodle sweet, comforting words, drawings in my phone and tries to distract me whenever I'm lost in my thoughts. Until today. We had a deep conversation over dinner. About losing someone dear. He didn't want to bring it up earlier cause he knew how I was feeling and didn't want to make me feel more sad. Sharing and talking with him made me feel better, after keeping all in. (I teared, I admit) And of course, his jokes liven up the mood a little.
"Truth is, it never feels alright losing a loved one."
