My nightmare, is coming true. I have to leave this place forever. The place filled with memories, will now be a mere memory. A lump gets stuck in my dry throat as I try not to cry, going down the creaky wooden stairs with the last of the boxes. I accidentally trip and fall down, everything in the box being scattered all over the ground. I let out a deep sigh and went to clean my mess up. I was picking up the things, when my eyes landed on an old book. It was a scrap book, the one thing that reminded me of my loved one. I open the scrap book and my mind immediately gets filled with memories. I go through every page, remembering the memories while looking at the old colorless pictures. There were dates and some text written with every picture with a red pen, explaining the picture in detail. I read them with great interest, a soft smile bringing its way to my face. Then I remembered that, these memories are no more. The soft smile slowly fades away as my eyes are blurred by tears. A whimper leaves my mouth as I don't try to hold back and just let it all out. The wet tears slide down my face, as I screamed and sobbed in pain. My heart hurt, I couldn't control myself anymore. I laid there miserably, sobbing and crying my eyes out. I cried and cried, it felt like hours, as the dusty floor got wet by my tears. One by one, every memory came to my mind, making me want to cry even more, as I knew that these memories, were never to be made again. It was true, she died, the muse of my life died. My best friend, the one person who was with me my whole life, the person I loved the most, left me. If only I could see her begging through her eyes, as her smile blinded me, making me think she was happy and fine. But it was the complete opposite, she was stuck in darkness, as it swallowed her slowly, as she screamed for help. But I was too naïve to see it. And soon it was too late, she was already gone. I punched the floor until blood gushed out my knuckles. I had enough, and I banged my head on the wall. Blood dripped down my head to the floor, as I smile bitterly at her picture, I will be there with you soon dear, I thought as everything slowly went black.
