ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
I couldn't do anything but watch her life slip through my fingers.
Watch her becoming a memory.
Watch myself becoming the me now.
The me without joy.
The depressed me
The sad me.
Her illness killed us both.
Her, quite literally.
And me, mentally.
As much as I prepared myself for a world without Joy.
I was still crashed, destroyed and hurt after she left.
But I hope that she left for a better world.
I hope that whenever she is, she is happy.
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His Joy
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