Now the day bleeds...

She had wished him well in finding his own fate to follow, and he never doubted her sincerity. But it had taken him years to accept that her absence in his life was a deliberate finality, an act she had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of his soul still dangled, waiting for her return. That, he thinks, is the shock of any ending. Realizing that what one might still be holding onto, is perhaps something already finished and done with.

That part of your life is over. Set it aside as something you have finished. Complete or no, it is done with you. No being gets to decide what his life is supposed to be. Be a man. Discover where you are now, and go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else.