They said that talking would help. That it would take of the weight, so he started to talk about her. He talked about her smile and the way her eyes captured his thoughts. He talked about her soft words hugging him, making him feel at home. But he also talked about the storm, the tragedy of the day he lost her where his mind was a tornado of memories that took away all happiness in its way. And the more he talked the heavier his lungs felt. His heart felt like it was jumping out of his throat and his eyes streamed rivers of emotions. Talking never made it easier for him it only made him mis her more, it only made him realise that what kept him alive was now gone
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