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Snow fell silently to the ground, like a blanket on the sleeping world. Not a soul dared to brave the blizzard... Well, not a soul but me.

My boots crunched the freshly fallen snow, the only noise in the peaceful silence.

I turned down the street, past the diner that used to be our home. Every meal we were there, discussing anything and everything. I remember we would laugh as we picked out our kids names, imagining a future that seemed so impossible.

And now, it really is just that. Impossible.

I could almost see our silhouettes running to take shelter from the rain. I pretend I see your smile, hear your voice, feel your heart pulsing as we embrace. This is where you told me you loved me. This is the street I decided I couldn't live without you.

And now it's the street where I learn how.

Your sweater is on my back for old times sake. The phone in my pocket gives me chills when it rings. It's too soon to have the memory of the doctors call out of my head. I was told you would never come home. That you had one day to say the goodbye's I could never say back. I couldn't let go, not then. But now, I force myself to say farewell to the part of myself I never wanted to loose: you.

The sky seems darker as I walk towards the cemetery's gates. The flowers in my hands weigh more. They are like your casket, when I gently walked you to your grave on one of the hardest days of my life. I wasn't ready then, and while I'm still not now, I'm prepared to carry you with me rather than lay in the grave with you. I won't loose myself because I lost you: you wouldn't want it.

Your name is scrawled on a headstone, the date years too soon. We could've had a life. We could've gone to diners all around the world, had kids to give our names to. We could've embraced everyday. I could've lived a life with your laughter dancing through it, your words could've been my rock. I'd never again need to dread a phone call because you'd be too close to have anyone take you away.

We could've had so much more, but I guess this is it. The end. Goodbye.

I lay the flowers down. A tear escapes my hold. I turn to walk back to an empty home with an empty heart.

White sparrows carried you away, and someday they will return for me. But for now, the sky's a little darker, the world turns a little slower, and my heart is left in your hands.

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This story is based off of the song white sparrows by billy talent because it's perfection... Hopefully I did it justice.