Thirty-Nine

A week had come and gone after thanksgiving and Chris was still not feeling like himself. The world went on with its business, but he couldn’t do the same. He was miserable because the thought of her was keeping him from enjoying the things he loved and making him despise even more the things he hated.

Running in the park with Batman was great, but he couldn’t shake the image of her playing with the dog on the beach. Besides, he began to approach every black-haired slim female he spotted on the street, which caused Chris to cut the run short almost every day.

Work was by far