I felt empty and miserable without Mat. So I picked up a smoke, locked myself in a washroom cubicle in the office and sat and smoked. Hugging myself tightly wishing the pain would disappear. With every puff I imagined whiffing away the misery. Tears rolling down and every tear wrapped securely around a memory of Mat. Yet nothing seemed to go away. I missed him more and more.
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