There he is. On his bed. Tears stained cheeks: nearly dead.
His emotions are unfathomable, even he doesnt know his own mind. She was gone and he knew that... It wasn't going to change.
Six feet under, buried, gone. How was he ment to carry on?
With his heavy head in his hands, he silently reminisces on all the beautiful moments they shared.
His thoughts wander to when he first realized he was in love. That night was the definition of perfect. All the drama was over, all the constant stress was relieved. Prom was always perfect. But getting to dance with her topped it all off.
Her eyes were filled with excitement. Maybe at what her future would hold. How sad was that. No warning. Just gone. She thought she was going to live a long life. That was enough to let the tears fall.
Its been a long time. He'd realized that she wasn't coming back a long time ago. That didn't change his hope. However the good memories did help him. Think of the stars. That's what his therapist said. She was a star. You only see them on the darkest of nights, but they're always there. In his heart, she was always there.
