The birth of Hiatus

So what inspired the previous piece? A friend of mine had been ill since Sunday. (He got discharged today by the way 🥹) He told me on Sunday night, but I didn’t get the chance to go see him. It was late, and I doubted they would have let me into the clinic. So in the early hours of Monday morning, I set out to see him, taking along a bottle of one of my favorite drinks. I got there and found him asleep 😫 The nurse on duty had already said I shouldn’t stay long. I left the drink with his friend, who was watching over him. On my way back, I was fighting the urge to run back to the clinic and beg the nurse to let me stay. An hour or two… or the whole day. I walked back in defeat. An invisible burden gripped my chest As though trying to say I hadn’t done enough. I wanted to do more, anything, but I didn’t know where to start. I cried. I cried 😂 He wasn’t online. I cried 😂 I had no idea how he was doing. I cried 😂 Knowing that he’d have done more for me… I crieddd 😫 I don’t know if you’ve ever felt that kind of hollow, Like something is missing, but you can’t quite place what. That’s exactly how I felt yesterday. And voilà! Hiatus came to fruition 😄 (The first part of the piece is nonfiction. The last parts?(precisely from "I seem to disappear?") I was trying to find something to complete it 😅) As I prepared to sleep, I set alarms at intervals to check if he had replied to my over 20 messages: 12:00 am... 12:30... 1:00... 1:30... 2:00... 2:30... 3:00... 3:30... 4:00... 4:30... 5:00... 5:30. 5:00!! Guess whose messages I woke up to see at 5!! 🥹 I jumped from my slumber and squealed, “Thank You, Jesus!” It felt like someone giving me a warm hug.