larrysexypaul

As Larry starts up the car and starts heading toward their house, he looks over st her and nods. “That’s probably a good idea.” With a sigh, he stares at the road, not paying that much attention as his mind drifts. How long could they go on like this? Although their son’s death was still fresh, he didn’t exactly see the pain of it subsiding any time soon. How did parents move on from their children’s deaths?

When the house comes into view, he blinks the melancholic haze from his thoughts and pulls into the garage carefully. He shuts the car off and sits silently, the clicking of the engine cooling itself echoing through the garage. Larry was lost and he felt like he was seeing things through a thick fog. It kept swimming in and out of focus and he wasn’t sure if anything was real. He was afraid of what the next few days would bring, as this was only just the beginning of day one.

       Ally was vaguely aware of the fact that they’d pulled into the garage, though for a few seconds, she makes absolutely no movements to get out of the car. Only after she’d swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat did she open her door and begin to climb out. She was certain that with each passing day, the ache in her chest that she felt would get worse, and there was absolutely no timetable for the pain. 

At this point, she didn’t even know how either of them was going to get through it. Sure, they’d managed to keep themselves together somewhat, but with each passing moment it was becoming progressively harder to do so. With a sigh, she walks into the house, the silence making her wince as she walks aimlessly towards the kitchen. She’d mentioned something about getting food, but as of yet, she couldn’t quite find her appetite.