Sometimes you’re just too scared to face it. Then you cover your face, hoping it will be over. Hoping it’ll change. You hope you could run. You hope something will change it. Fast. Then those short seconds you spend when you think about it feels like a thousand years. You hope time will reverse. Making things right again. But once, once you stop thinking about it, you know it. You take your hands away, and you know. You know you have to face the reality.