Today is "Administrative Professionals Day" and there are flower bouquets all over the building. They're sweet and lovely, and they're making me sick.
It's been almost two years now. How long is it going to take before the scent of flowers stops reminding me of P's funeral? If I closed my eyes I'd be back there right now, standing beside the casket, with the chill creeping from his body into mine and freezing the blood in my veins.
I want to throw up.