He left. That's the last thing I remember him doing. He didn't say a last "I love you" or "good bye"... he just left. He left me all by my self... in the cold, unforgiving darkness without a single shred to hint to me why. Why would he leave me. Why would he leave me stranded in a place I can't call home. And I don't cry because I'm not sad, I'm not mad either, I can't feel anything. It's just blank. Gone. Like a piece of myself is missing and I don't know what to do. So I just sit there in that unforgiving darkness and I just let it sink in. He left me but the darkness will always hold me. Even when he wouldn't stay with me, this darkness, the same darkness everyone fears, stays with me. The darkness won't hurt me, and I know that now because when everyone else left me the darkness stayed. I start to feel something again. Like.... like I belong with this darkness. This darkness that hugs me when no one else will and I feel... happy.
