I'm trying. I really am.
All I want to do is hold Kari again.
I want to see her wide smile, look into her light brown eyes, kiss her sweet lips.
But I can't.
I can only sit in my own sorrow.
It's all so overwhelming.
The flood of pain has been absorbing me for so long, I don't know if I can still live.
I'm not suicidal. Not physically.
Emotionally, I'm already dead.
With every deep breath, my chest burns and compresses.
With every tear, my heart heals a little more.
There's no tears left. Yet, my heart still isn't healed
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letters // c.h
FanfictionI don't know what's worse; missing someone or needing someone. Yet, I am faced with both feelings colliding at once. Unanswered questions. Feelings of loneliness. The need of a loving touch. It's all consuming me. Until I receive the first letter. M...
