A week had passed since Colton was murdered. I didn't want to see anyone. I didn't want to make conversations. I really didn't to tell Colton's family that he died. It was my fault. I didn't bother eating. I didn't feel like moving. My phone lies untouched, unchanged. I felt as if his presence was with me. AS if he was still here. I can feel him. I can hear his voice. His laughter. His random spur of the moment thoughts that he would talk aloud to himself. I just couldn't see him. Or touch him. The house felt bitterly cold. It snowed last night. A thick blanket of snow covered everything outside. All I could picture was Colton's face in my mind. He died so young. He was only 22. 22!! We planned our future together. we were going to move to Georgia, get a dog, raise a family. I still can't believe that he's gone. As time went by I stopped going outside. I stayed inside. I isolated myself. Away from everyone and everything. The fact that he was forever gone was unbearable. How? It felt as if a part of me ripped out of me. Days turned into months, months into years. Four years. I was crushed. Uncertain of what to do.
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ParanormalThe gun has killed him, but she wasn't expecting his return... When Alicia was kidnapped and her love was shot in the attempt to find her she self isolates herself from the world. Years later she goes out and Alicia could've sworn she saw him there...
