It's been an entire week since Becks died. It hurts so much yet I feel so numb all at once.
Mum brought me a mug full of thick and creamy hot chocolate today, but when I raised it to my lips it didn't taste very thick or creamy at all. It just tasted - that's all. It just tasted.
I held it in my hands and felt the warmth sink into my fingertips. It was almost comforting. Almost, but not quite.
I realised then that it tasted of nothingness and felt of nothingness because that was all that I had left - hurt and nothingness. And it was all because of her.
All because of Becks.
I miss her so much.
I miss you Becks I miss you Becks I miss you Becks I love you Becks.
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The Suicide Effect | ✓
Short StoryIn which Becks commits suicide and Gayle spends the next fifty days wondering exactly what she should have done differently. © 2014 inexistence Spiritual #20 [26.11.14] Short Story #26 [05.12.14] Short Story / Spiritual crossover #1 [21.11.14]
