9:35 P.M.

I zoned out looking at ice cream in the store when a woman lightly patted my back.

“It’s going to be okay.” She had a commandingly soothing voice.  She opened the freezer door and made her selections. She smiled quietly as she pushed her cart away.

I was confused at that one sided interaction. I didn’t feel sad, I wasn’t crying last time I checked. I held my level of confusion all the way out the store. Until I caught my reflection in the store’s front glass.

My eyes were bloodshot red, and my clothes styled a mess.

I enjoyed my high so much, it was devastating.

She was right; I moved on the day thinking how sweet of her to just– know.