Without Her

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They found her.
It was too late to save her.
She was already gone.
Only her words on a paper were left in the mist.
She thought that no one would notice that she was gone. She observed everyone's impressions over her.
She thought the world won't care about a single teenager losing her life. She wasn't going to change the world.
She was the emptiness of a mirror reflection.
The paper was directed to him. The envelope was covered in big bold letters of his name nicely written.
It was only two weeks later when they arrived at his doorstep.
The visit was surprising. He was going into a deep depression and was starting to doubt everything about his love with her.
Was he overreacting? Maybe.
Was he going to read the letter when the police said to? No.
He left the letter in the bottom drawer along with all the things he forgets he has.
His mind was prepared for her words of disappointment. His mind was ready to give up everything he had for her.
His heart craved for her attention.
He was always stopping her from leaving. The only time he didn't was the time she left forever.
He blamed himself for everything.
Her death.
Their secret love.
His parents and friends looked ashamed at him as if he committed a crime.
He felt alone in the world.
He wanted her.
He wanted everything with her.
No matter what it took, he needed to get her off his mind.
Pill bottles.
Alcohol.
Sharp objects.
He sat in the middle of the bathroom floor staring at the three things with curiosity. Is it worth it?
His brain kept deciding between reading the letter and not.
His decision was what he thought she'd want.