Losing the one you love is hard. Never being able to feel them again.
Never being able to kiss them, hold them, look into their eyes. Losing you're happiness. And your only reason to live.
Losing him was hard.
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Lovers ripped at a young age finding each other in the place they both call home. They can finally start their fairy-tale.
However, their love is almost ripped from them again.
Because that's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.