I turn over, unable to get to sleep, unable to relax, my mind filled with images of him. His smile, his voice, his gentle touch... everything about him. I know I should be able to carry on and keep moving, but my heart feels so empty and my head so heavy.
Why?
That's the question I keep asking myself.
Why did it happen?
Why did he have to go out that night?
Why didn't I stop him?
Why wasn't I with him?
Why did he have to die?
The answer? I don't know.
I don't know much anymore.. I forgotten how to feel, how to love, how to carry on, how to forgive, how to forget.
No...
I won't. I won't forget him.
How could I? I don't know.
But I do know one thing.
He promised he would always be here.
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angst feels there.. I apologise, but it is a sneak peek to the sequel, Lost, that I'm slowly working on, so, keep an eye out!
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