James.
Since Becca left, all I did was fill myself with work. Over and over again, I made sure I was busy. So busy I wasn’t able to think, let alone sleep. I was tired but every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Her voice called to me to find her, and yet I knew it wasn’t possible.
“James, what are you doing?” Tony, my project supervisor, asked me as I stood on the docks staring off at the shipping containers being unloaded.
“Nothing, I was just thinking about something,” I replied as I looked back down at the clipboard in my hand.
Many times over, I have had moments of feeling completely out of place, but it wasn’t something I could share with anyone else. I had to take the initiative to sort it all out myself.
“Yo, Valentino!” a voice yelled from behind me causing Tony and I both to……
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