It was the day we parted that I felt my world had just crashed split into pieces and scattered all over.
I felt weak powerless, useless, just awful and utterly disgusted. I felt what I have never felt before.
I felt what I never want to feel again.
It's still the first thing that comes to my mind in the morning and the last vision I see at night.
It'll probably be the last words I hear when I die.
But every tinny detail of that sickening moment I always carry with me.
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Grief
Short StoryA road of agony, misery ,lost hope and a road to get out of it You'll just have to read and see
