"After seven weeks I've started to leave the house again, and not just to look for you. I'm not outside for long, but I'm trying. I walk to the shop with Elizabeth to buy food once a week, but I hope that I'll one day manage to spend time outside by myself. If not for me, then for you. It's not the same without you, but I try my best to keep on living. Elizabeth said that wherever you are, you wouldn't like seeing me throw my life away like I have been these past weeks. I still don't believe that you're with me from inside me, but I pretend I do so Elizabeth will stop bothering me. Maybe I'll believe it someday. Even though I miss you, and I doubt that anything will ever be like before, I'll continue for you."
I stood up and brushed the dirt off my clothes. After sitting on the frozen ground for so long and I couldn't feel my left foot, but I survived. I had been through a lot, and I got through this as well.
After a last look towards the headstone I turned and walked away.
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Short StoryAnother one of my stories from school. This isn't violent like the last one, but I guess there's implied suicide, but it's really vague, and it never actually says that anybody killed them self. One of the characters died a week before the story st...
