The Day He Died

His parting words to me were beautifully bittersweet but that was before everything happened. Before they became so devastating that they tore my heart and soul apart, not ever to be mended again. He told me "You know I'll always love you, right, Vanessa? Forever. And if forever ever ends, then I'll love you from the beginning all over again."

But how? How would he love me all over again if he was gone. Never to touch my skin again, to tell me those words again, to tell me he will never leave me broken. That he won't shatter into dust just like he did that night when he left me to fight alone in this world. Every single day I wait for the day that he'll love me from the beginning all over again.

My favorite memory of him seems to always loom in my head underneath the cloud of darkness.
It was as if destiny was calling and I got up and ran to him meeting him halfway. "Vanessa." He murmured, the words coming out his mouth surprised him as much as they surprised me.

"Austin..." the word barely a whisper. He was someone so dear to me. But we couldn't remember. We were broken. Shattered. Lost. Not remembering. But this... This was the beginning or maybe it was the end-- but all I knew was that it was something beautiful.