.stuck.

It's a month and ten days later.
Tara is gone. You still see Rich outside of Wal-Mart. He sits, just hiding his face behind a person, a tree, a shopping cart... anything. Closer, it is not him.
"You won't be seeing him for a while," says Josh. "Actually... ever."

You entertain yourself with magazines, with plans, with trips... but you avoid those things, those people, that might actually move you forward. You shop, you read, you write painful fiction to put it out on paper. So desperate are you that you change what you wrote into what you will write.

Stuck.