[ Grief had a way of taking on very different forms, very rarely being linear with steps or fitting into perfect little categories. Instead, it collapsed someone under the full weight of loss and familiarity, stripping the person and leaving them with a hollow ache nothing would fix. Not sleep or talking with someone licensed to help. Even when they had the best intentions possible but they just could not understand. Not even sex eased the pain or caused enough distraction.
Everything just remained hollow. Completely void and dark.
Had he gotten to be a downer or what in his own chaos induced thoughts?
The only thing that did help somewhat, then? Work. Always work and trying to help the little guy or girl rise back to the top against their injustices but it didn't stop on the onslaught of emotions.
Gone.
He remembered when they first told him and his first reaction had been to laugh. LAUGH. Because it couldn't be true - Matt Murdock didn't - no, couldn't, die. He laughed hysterically until he broke down and realised in a complete cliche moment he had fallen in love with his best friend somewhere along the line.
But his life did not end as well and he continued with distracting himself. Fake it till you make it! With a groan, he dropped his things all over the table to mess with later, heading towards his bedroom but stopped short at the sight out of the corner of his eye. Someone in a hoodie on the couch, sleeping. He crept closer, heart just about starting because no way. He buried Matt and had a scar on his knee from the hangover aftermath.
No.
No.
What?
Trembling hands reached out as his heart clenched so hard in his chest it hurt. I lost him - Foggy thought. How could - ]
It's happened. I've lost my mind. I have officially lost everything here. Goodbye sanity, I hardly knew ye.
don't mind me screaming. ahh yes.
Everything just remained hollow. Completely void and dark.
Had he gotten to be a downer or what in his own chaos induced thoughts?
The only thing that did help somewhat, then? Work. Always work and trying to help the little guy or girl rise back to the top against their injustices but it didn't stop on the onslaught of emotions.
Gone.
He remembered when they first told him and his first reaction had been to laugh. LAUGH. Because it couldn't be true - Matt Murdock didn't - no, couldn't, die. He laughed hysterically until he broke down and realised in a complete cliche moment he had fallen in love with his best friend somewhere along the line.
But his life did not end as well and he continued with distracting himself. Fake it till you make it! With a groan, he dropped his things all over the table to mess with later, heading towards his bedroom but stopped short at the sight out of the corner of his eye. Someone in a hoodie on the couch, sleeping. He crept closer, heart just about starting because no way. He buried Matt and had a scar on his knee from the hangover aftermath.
No.
No.
What?
Trembling hands reached out as his heart clenched so hard in his chest it hurt. I lost him - Foggy thought. How could - ]
It's happened. I've lost my mind. I have officially lost everything here. Goodbye sanity, I hardly knew ye.