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311 days
It had been almost four months since Whizzer’s passing. Four agonising months since what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of any of their lives. Four harrowing months since Marvin had to begin waking up in bed alone again. Since Marvin no longer had his closest friend by his side. His lover. The love of his life, if he was to be so bold. Now gone.
Marvin couldn't get himself out of the house for that first month and a half. He asked Trina to not send Jason over. He couldn't let his son see him as the wreck he was. He cried every day. Less so now, but every now and again a tear would slip down his face at the thought of his lover. That of course would devolve into wretched sobbing. He had to take bereavement leave from work. He claimed for a cousin. No way he’d be allowed for a “friend.” That wasn’t even long enough. Three days to mourn the only person he ever really loved. He used the rest of his allotted paid time off just to wallow in his home. He never used it anyway, so he had quite the build up.
It was sick how ruined Marvin felt. He couldn’t even sleep in their room. The mere idea of waking up in their bed and not seeing him, not feeling his warmth, or just being alone was too much. It made Marvin's stomach hurt. His constant nausea had gone away after he left Trina. It was back now. Honestly, it was worse. Everything Marvin did without Whizzer made him feel as though he was on the verge of throwing up.
Marvin moved around like a shell of his former self at work. He couldn’t even deliver the weather with a faux enthusiasm. Not even a sunny sky could cheer him up. Those weren't “nice” to him anymore. Whizzer died on a sunny day. Barely cloudy, sun shining into the hospital room, onto Jason's bar mitzvah. Shining into his eyes as he was ushered out of the room as Whizzer collapsed.
“Marv! Buddy, hey, let me borrow you for a second.” Right. Marvin was at work. He needed to stop all this. Get over it. His father got over the loss of his mother almost overnight. Marvin was just being weak. Marvin distantly registered his feet moving as his overly cheering supervisor led him to the break room and gestured for him to sit down. Marvin was tired enough, so he obliged.
“How are you feeling, Marvin?" Marvin shrugged. He nodded, clasping his hands together in his lap idly.
“Fine.” That voice didn’t feel like his. But it was, wasn’t it? It came from his throat. It had to have been.
“You sure?” Marvin nodded again. “You just..haven't been yourself since you got back.”
“I’m fine.” Somehow that voice felt even farther from his.
“Everyone’s worried about you, Marvin."
Marvin rolled his eyes.
“They have no reason to be, I'm fine.”
“Marvin, you were out for almost four months and you come back and you’re hardly speaking. When you did the weather today, you barely sounded like yourself.” Marvin grit his teeth. “You haven’t even looked at me once this whole conversation.” Marvin looked up.
“I don’t know what else to say. I’m fine.” Marvin crossed his arms.
“You can’t expect me to believe that, I mean- Marv, we’re friends, aren’t we? You can talk to me.”
“I’m quite through with this. I said I'm fine, and I am. I have nothing else to say on the matter.” He stood up and walked out of the room.