Writing to you is more difficult than you would imagine, and I'm not sure if it grows easier or harder each day. It makes me hate myself. I've gone back and read each page and I just hate myself. This isn't me, I use to be happy. We use to be happy, we use to be alive. I was never dying slowly each day. Nor was I ever trying to speed up the painful process because there was no process ever since you died. Everything use to be painless, fun. Now I'm counting on two-hundred days without you. I don't know how many more I can pretend to bare.
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273 Days Without You (MrWoofless ff)
Fiksi PenggemarYou're dead and it's all my fault I could've saved you But I didn't I let the one who means the most to me die I let my lover, my boyfriend die And I'm so fucking sorry. I could've saved you Preston. I'm sorry ~ Preston is dead and Rob is left to d...
