273 Days Without You (MrWoofless ff)

Interminably

I think, the most difficult part of losing someone isn't having to say goodbye; but rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that's left inside your heart when they go. 

I knew this day would come. The day when, I could no longer take the terrifying pain. So whoever finds this notebook and wastes their precious time reading until the end; you can meet the new me at Dead Man's Hill. Right around where Preston and I use to play all the time. But now, I'll be hanging. 

Truthfully, I don't want to write anymore. I don't want to read, I don't want to see anything, or walk. Not even breathe. If anything, the therapist was correct. Living isn't for everyone. Definitely not for me.

I feel my bones shaking, falling apart in my lifeless body. I can't do it. I always knew I wouldn't be able to take on life without you. This is what I was supposed to do from the start. All I know now, is that your death always spelled an endless pain; and I had only counted the days without you. 273. Now, I must let go.