I know there's nothing I can do. I know he's gone. And I know since I just came back I should probably do something else than just sit here and not want this. This life. It's not worth it without him. Without Steve, it's not a life I want. Without Steve, I don't mind being dead. I know he would want me to live, and not just be alive, but live. There's a difference between breathing and living, I'm sure. But right now, all I'm doing is, well, breathing. I haven't slept, I haven't eaten and I haven't showered in days. I've just been...breathing. Existing. I found a rooftop in the bad part of town and I've been looking at the sky. He's not really gone, I know he isn't gone. And I know that when he comes back, that's where he'll come from. So that's what I watch. Sunset, sunrise. Sunset, sunrise. Sunset, sunrise. Sunset, sunrise. Sun. Dark. So much dark, where nothing shines through except maybe the moon and some stars. But the sun always comes up. And Steve, Steve is my sun.
•sorry for not updating for a while, but please comment some prompts? (Places, colors, times etc) I would really appreciate it
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