Crossbreed

Epilogue

Jacob POV

May
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June
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July
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August

It's been weeks. Months. She still hasn't come back. Everyday I do the same routine. Get up, get breakfast, go back to my bed, get up, get lunch, go back to my bed and so on. I'm a mess without her.

Liam is crying every night. Every night someone has to get up to take care of him. We argue every weekend to who has to do it throughout the week. I hate looking at him, I hate it. It reminds me of the sun I once had, sun that was bright and shiny, but now is gone.

I stare at the ceiling, looking for patterns to make me feel less captivated. I don't move, and even stop breathing after small moments. They would check on me ever so often, to make sure I was still alive, so whenever they did I carefully would nod my head.

They wonder why I don't just quit. Why I shouldn't just give up on life since I am not living it. But I can't. I think deep inside there is still something. Something that I have known to destroy everything I once had, loved, or even came close to. Something that not only destroys people but keeps people from pushing past, moving on, or just finding some other thing, place, or person to replace that one thing. It could be deadly, or it could be useful, it could kill, or it could recover the hole that somehow finds a way to dig way down deep into your soul, heart, body, and mind. It controls you, this thing, and people try to make people use it, try to make the world see a fake world, a world of peace and love, when really we all know those things don't even make even an eighth of this place. No, this thing, this thing is deadly. This thing, is called hope. And I want to get rid of it.