Not even the summer.

[jennaria]

Thomas is dead.

I was with him. I had to go upstairs and wake Stef, because I kept thinking that no, he was still breathing, wasn't he?

She is heating water for tea, and watching me like she thinks I'll break. Which...isn't entirely off. She is great and good and kinder than I deserve, given she has to work tomorrow morning.

(Crossposted to LJ. Because I need to occupy my mind somehow.)

Comments

[elke_tanzer]

*gentle hugs*

Tea. Tea helps.

*more gentle hugs*

[jennaria]

:hugs back:

Thanks heavens for tea, the great soother of all ills. And for a fellow tea-lover as a roommate, who was able to rummage up something non-caffeinated so I got even a little sleep last night. Am still at the not-thinking-about-it stage, mostly, but the tea is helping.

[wintercreek]

Oh, my dear. *hugs* *loves*

[jennaria]

:hugs back: Thank you.

[syzygis]

I know I said it before, but (hugs). And more tea.

[jennaria]

Well, less tea and more distraction today. Wheeenewjob. :lets head gently thunk against desk:

[stranger]

Oh, I'm so sorry. You've said he was 17, which is a grand age for a cat.

Take care of yourself and pet the others.

[jennaria]

I am. Not that Mariposa will let me not: she woke me up before my alarm today, demanding that I come pet her. She knows something happened, although I'm not sure she realizes what.