Nothing is worst than losing the thing that is most important to you. It's devastating, but eventually every storm runs out of rain just like every dark night turns into day and in time every heartache will fade away.
What happens when you lose everything you wanted? Everything you needed? Like the air you breathe and the heat you feel. What happens when it's gone? You die. That's what.
*story is in editing process. I apologize for misspellings and other convention errors*