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Another picture is attached above, but this time it's just me. My grey eyes hold so much life and buoyancy, the way I'm smiling at the camera, with a bright smile playing on my lips shows how happy I was at one point in my life.
Though, it was all ephemeral.
I have no idea of who I am, where this picture was taken or who everyone around me is.
Taking a deep breath, I focus my attention on Oscar's handwriting, somehow having calming and warming effect over me. At least, I'm not alone.
The tree house used to be our abditory. We used to lounge there for hours, binging on Netflix, cuddling and falling asleep in each others arms. That place is our second home. A place where we could be ourselves.
But now it feels empty and lifeless without you. I went there yesterday, after coming back from the hospital. I sat there for the night, wondering how we reached here - to the point where I cannot feel you next to me, hold your hand and kiss you goodnight.
The tree house was the place where we had our first kiss, where we made love for very first time. And it feels so fucking hollow and empty without you by my side.
Everything reminds me of you Ali. Every singe thing is a painful reminder of your absence. It's like the universe is ganging up on me - tormenting me to the point where I cannot fucking take it anymore. I'm losing my mind without you gorgeous.
I'm losing my goddamn mind without you.
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Storie brevi[ short story ] Alisha Benedict wakes up in a hospital room, after being in a coma for six months with no idea about who she is. There, right next to her, lies a diary addressed to her, with handwritten letters - for her. The doctors claim that they...
