In your head.

If I could make sense of this, don't you think I would? Don't you think there would be nothing left to talk about? I know it's still a part of me. It lurks far enough away that you know the outline, you know what comes next, you know just what to say, to stop it happening, you know where to go and what to do, you know what is right. But what if that isn't what matters anymore? What if it just doesn't cut it? No amount of fluffy toys and pictures can make it okay. All you can do is recognise the shadow, and wait.