It was all becoming a bit too much to bear. Give a little more here, stretch things a little more there. Cancel this, but schedule that. Fit these six hours into those two. They did not know how one was expected to live buried beneath all of these commitments.
It was becoming more than they could bear.
The old, dreaded feeling of abandonment was also beginning to set in. All they wanted was to be left alone, but perhaps not completely alone.
A feeling of guilt was also looming, following the constant questions regarding their crabby demeanor of late. They did not know how to explain the hole that was growing inside them. The gaping hole that threatened to consume everything they loved and enjoyed.
And so, without a word, they crawled into their closet, quietly closing the door behind them.
Inktober 2022, Prompt #10: CRABBY