Eduard had died.
I wished that I could do something, anything. We spoke in Uni only, oh, two to four times a week, but I had never known anyone to die before. Well, distant relatives, but not like this. In a day, he'd gone from being my friend to suddenly lying lifeless like every other thing.
I could do a million different things, I knew, but what I wanted the most was to just let him be alive, the way he was on Monday. Why was that so infinitely more difficult than anything else? I could go out and rob a bank or go to the moon, but I couldn't get him back. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't stop thinking about trying to get him back.
Like I hurried to the hospital that night. At every step the distance seemed the same or longer! I couldn't wait... I was trying not to run but my feet just weren't going fast enough. My mind was far from the traffic, until I registered the horn of a car that I'd just walked out in front of. The driver, a woman, only glared at me. I've got to