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ILL TRY NOT TO DO A BUNCH OF AUTHORS NOTES BUT I JUST WANT IT TO BE KNOWN THAT THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AND LATER ON IT WILL HAVE SOME SEXUAL CONENT. IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGED, OR IF YOU'RE BOTHERED BY SEXUAL CHAPTERS THEN PLEASE DON'T READ OR PLEASE TAKE CAUTION.


Her name? Well that doesn't matter. She's beautiful. The most beautiful living thing I've ever seen in my entire life; the most beautiful thing at all. Her smile had a way with me. It would make me feel like I was floating, or slipping off my seat. Just things as simple as holding her hand, or watching her breathing as she slept would drive me insane, and make my love for her grow. Her beauty is so vast that I'd often feel as if I was dreaming, because she was mine. She was all mine, and I didn't have any idea that I would lose her. We planned our life together. We spent as much time possible holding each other, and being close. I don't remember a time I wasn't talking to her. If we weren't on the phone, we were texting, and if we weren't talking at all for a period of time, it would be the most painful thing. A pain that felt like I was going to wake up from this oh so amazing dream. A pain that felt like I had imagined her in my mind. A pain that made me feel like I would go maniacal if I didn't talk to her soon. Falling asleep on the phone together, Skyping, hearing her sing, hearing her talk, telling her stories, holding her in my arms, whispering to her, "everything is going to be okay". I should've been whispering that to myself when she left me. When I was laying on the floor every night, crying so hard I couldn't breathe, so I'd need my inhaler. Holding my breath until I passed out. Dragging a blade across my skin. Making myself throw up. Punching myself. Scratching myself, and so much more. All of it was to give myself more pain than I already had. I told myself I deserved it. I told myself no one loved me, and that I wasn't good enough. I told myself that things will never be okay again, and that I wouldn't ever be the same if I came out of this alive.

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