sweet misery

You wake up to the heat. For the past few hours, the heat is just exhausting. You wonder if this is another sign of the apocalypse.

You want to douse yourself with cold water real bad.

You drown yourself in music yet the OPMs you play only reminds you of your loss. The sweet sentimentality just adds to the melancholy you can't overcome. What did they say about losing the one you love?

Time travel seems farfetched, but you wish it so dearly right now.