I couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. I made a promise (which is not something I do lightly, or often) and don’t back out on promises, but a hardcore agnostic saying a prayer…how does that even work? “Dear God, I don’t know if you exist or not, but just in case…” That has got to go over well. (If I was a deity and heard something like that, I’d probably answer it with a bolt of lightning or at least a jinxed credit history, but that’s just vengeful old me.)
A small part of me was glad that “whatever would happen” was happening, and the inflection point from which things could only get better would be soon in coming, but a much larger part wasn’t, at all. So I prayed. I prayed that she wouldn’t do anything foolish or harmful, I prayed that her pain e-t would dissipate quickly, I prayed she’d give up pining for him, cheating ass, I prayed she would find a nice, honest guy to love.
QOTD: “This is incredible, people lived, had homes, country houses, garages, motorcyles, cars, money, friends and relatives, people had their life, each in own niche and then in a matter of hours this world fall in pieces and everything goes to dogs and after few hours trip with some army vehicle one stands under some shower, washing away radiation and then step in a new life, naked with no home, no friends, no money, no past and with very doubtful future.”