October 5th, 2000
About a month has passed since she's be gone. At first, I couldn't accept that she is no longer by my face in the morning. I can't feel her soft skin brushing against mine. The scent of bacon and herbal tea is gone in the mornings. There's this stain left on the carpet of the floor, which I am standing over as I write. This month has been a busy month for me. Since I've been hit in the back of the head when I was last here, I've been places. I've been searching... Looking closure. I don't want to live in this darkness alone. The light of my life left when she did. It was as if, she was a burning bright candle light. And the moment the light left her eyes, that lit flame, went out... So, now I'm left alone... Now... I'm absolutely... Alone....
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The Journal of A Criminal.
General FictionIf you finally had what you loved most in the world, and it was taken from you. What depths would you plunge just to avenge them. If something meant the world to you, and within seconds they just disappeared... The Journal of A Criminal, is a story...
