When I walk alone, down the streets, I wish that they would have been with me. For a majority of my life, they had been beside me, ready to warn me of some unseen tragedy.
I could have never imagined life without them. How would I? Everything seemed incomplete. They were like a prequel to me, the people who made me who I am. I didn't know how it would feel to leave it all, to be distanced, torn apart.
I thought I knew suffering, but it's nothing compared to a blow so personal, so close to my heart. When I saw them fall, I felt as if it was my body that had been ripped apart mercilessly.
But I guess, there's something about being alone, a particular uncertainty. No one to tell you what's going on, no one to tell you what might be going through everyone's heads, no one to be the prequel to your movie.
But I guess, it's better this way, heartbreaking and soul crushing, but better. After all.... No spoilers right?
