korey_c
"Losing her was hard." I start.
"And Living without her was even harder."
"She was my everything. Kept me on the ground;" I chuckled, recalling every little memory of us. Every moment.
"We were going for the same thing. Though we wanted it differently, we reached for our dreams together, and we were happy." I say, voice growing lower.
"So damn happy." I snicker not really wanting to dwell to much on the past. So sitting up i look at the woman who's now scribbling something in her notebook, then looking out the window; before continuing.
"Until she got sick." The woman stopped abruptly as if i caught her off guard with what I said.
"And I lost her,"
Glancing over, the woman now had looked up at me, sympathy written all over her face and now looked as if she was getting ready to say something, but before she could I finished.
"Well that's what I thought."
((DISCLAIMER ⚠️: talk of suicide))