Running. Running. Running. Its all I'm aware of. My feet pounding against the pale concrete, as I struggle to pull the scarce air into my desperate lungs. Each step I take pushes me farther and farther away from despair, yet deeper into insanity. Gasping with each breath, almost to the point of hyperventilation. My eyes sting, red, with the realization that it will never be the same; that everything has changed. I repeat the mourning question over and over in my head. Was this worth it anymore? Is life worth living without her?All Rights Reserved