Another attack and like always I lost.
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Pain. It's the first thing we cause in this world, it's probably the first thing we feel too. We cause it when we leave, and for some of us it's why we leave. We can't avoid it, it happens, to all us. We cry, we scream, but sometimes we try to laugh like it's not happening. We try to laugh to make it seem as if we aren't dying inside. We try to laugh to make it seem like we wish it weren't just the inside that was dying. That laugh is probably the most painful thing we do. Not the crying, not the screaming. The laugh. Because it's deceiving. We pretend the pain isn't there, we don't tell the people who care about us, we don't tell the people who caused it. We try to be strong. But sometimes we just sick of trying. We let people hurt us. Sometimes it's the people who we care about that hurt us the most. Because we let them. This is a story, about a girl, who let to many people hurt her, and was sick of trying. This is a story of a boy, who tried, who laughed, but the pain never died.
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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