The Murder Of Justine Allebone

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I always thought of how it must feel to lose something that was dear to you, someone that you loved unconditionally, someone who you had taken for granted and just accepted as someone always around.

I wondered what it would like to experience that ache we always read about in novels, the pain we saw in the eyes of an on-screen character, the terror in their soul.

I always imagined it to be unbearable, something so terrible that it ate at your insides until you cried out in horror, something so devastating that you fell to your knees and cried till there were no more tears.

I was wrong.

It was worse; much, much worse.

It felt hollow, empty.

I was not ready the numbness that hit me when I heard of the incident.

I didn't know what it was like not to feel till I lost my sister that one summer afternoon.

But I did know that I would never be the same again.

Nothing would ever be the same again.