Death smelled like nothing and moved like air.
I have nothing to look to and I cannot go back. Memories are harsh and pain me with every waking thought. How can all of this be? Is this really my reality? Why me? Why her? I'm so frustrated with feeling this way.
Why give me a life with her when she could be taken like that, just in a day. How is it that I am here, half alive, barely living, when someone I loved is not even in existence anymore? How in the hell is that possible? And would I even want to know the answer?
I feel tired, I feel alone, and just so damn sad. This love that I have for her is laying to rest inside of me and I have no idea what to do with it. I miss her. I loved her. I love her.
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Anastasia
FanfictionSlash was young and she was the light in all the madness. But all lights stop shining and years age our youth.
