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Almost as if he used up every ounce of energy to get through everything today with his mother. Now, it’s like leading a small child.
    As we make our way into the building, I fish in my clutch for my keys. I find them just as the lobby elevator doors open and we make our way on.
    Jordan presses the twenty-four button for our floor and then rests against the back wall of the elevator. He doesn’t look at me, instead tilting his head back and closing his eyes. God, he looks so broken. His shoulders aren’t strong and squared displaying his usual confidence. His usual smirk of happiness gone. Everything about him at this moment screams “lost.”
    As soon as I get the apartment unlocked and open, Jordan rushes through and heads right for the bar set up in the corner of the dining room. He grabs a tumbler and sets it down on the table before turning back to grab the crystal decanter half full of Scotch.
    He pours himself a good three fingers and downs it all at once. The glass makes a loud thud as he slams it back down on the mahogany dining room table. It’s quickly refilled with another three fingers. As soon as it’s empty, Jordan stares down at it for a moment before hurling it across the room. The tumbler makes several gouges in the paint as it shatters in every direction, filling the room with shards of glass.
    The sound of breaking glass doesn’t drown out Jordan’s anguish. His sobs echo all around, tearing at my heart. My body is pulled to his as he slides down the wall, crying into his hands. His whole body shakes as the grief rips through him. He’s been so strong for his mom the last few days; I don’t think he allowed himself a moment for it all to sink in. His father is gone. He said his final goodbye to the man who helped make him who he is. I can’t begin to fathom the sadness he feels in this moment.
    I slide down next to him, thankful that not much glass made it back to this side of the room, and wrap him up in a hug. Jordan’s arms immediately drop and wrap around me. His fingers dig into my arms as he wails into the crook of my neck. He holds on to me so tightly that I feel suffocated, which probably isn’t half of the pain he feels. My silk blouse sticks to my neck and shoulder as Jordan’s tears saturate it.
    “Let it all out,” I whisper to him as I run my hands up and down his back in comfort.
    We sit there on the cold, uninviting hardwood in that dark, depressing dining room for what feels like hours. Nothing about the room is comforting. This is the last place Jordan should be right now.
    “Come on, let’s get out of these clothes and get in bed,” I suggest. “It’s been a long day.” The soft blue of his bedroom walls will make for a much better background than the deep red in here. It may sound stupid, but I feel like color always affects your mood. If you’re sad or angry, darker colors tend to add to your bad mood. Brighter, softer colors can help lift you up, pulling you from the darkness.
    Jordan nods and pushes up from the floor, pulling me with him. I lead him through the kitchen, avoiding the glass mess that way, toward his bedroom.
    “You coming back?” he asks, his voice gravelly and vulnerable.
    “Of course,” I smile. “If that’s what you want.” He asked the same thing last night and the night before too. Jordan and I have never shared a bed until three nights ago. He didn’t want to be alone, and I couldn’t blame him.
    I cross the hallway to my room and quickly change out of my black dress, opting for my fun, pink Victoria’s Secret sweatpants and a white tank. Bright colors, brighter mood. I reach into my drawer for a pair of my favorite fuzzy socks and then head back to Jordan’s room.
    As I enter, I find Jordan sitting on the side of his bed now wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His head rests in his hands until he hears me make my way further into the room. A pair of red, tear-swollen brown eyes look up at me and I wish I could do