Epilogue
* there's a lot of blood stains on the page *
i used to always think, love make us feel alive. and i loved you with all my heart.
a deep feeling from your heart that sent shivers all around our body.
a lively kiss that send sparks, a soft touch that will make you smile. A voice that taste so sweet, a love that makes your life happy.
but now you're gone, i felt dead too.
i didn't move for days and all i did was make this book.
type, write, type, write, again and again.
promised after this, everything will end.
i should have kissed you when you asked, i should have love you since the start. i should have done everything before its gone. but i didn't.
what's point of living, when you feel like dead?
what's the point of loving when the one you love is dead?
so right now, a knife in my hand.
a pen with my fingers.
i want people to know,
that love is special,
that love should never be like this.
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A/n: thank you very much for reading my story 'My dead wife' obvsly no Sequel and such but i hope you get the story, sorry if i disappoint any of you. Thank you vv much
