📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry
I called him (Marius) tonight. I heard the tension in his voice, the fight for patience at my numerous questions along side the noise punctuating the background quiet. Worst of all as my Daniel raged at nothing, then specifically at Marius I could feel the focus almost like a physical presence as his preternatural hearing must have heard my voice on the other end of the line. A hush descended then, more shocking than any previous hullabaloo that night. The barked question filled with heart breaking confusion as he refused to accept I was there, alive - albeit at the end of the line, more than 2500 miles away. I don’t know whether this was worse, or the permeating tone of pity behind Marius’ goodbye plaintives.
