proud. -n.h.

Epilogue

I sat on the edge of my bed, watching as the dust settled on my window sill. I breathed in a deap breath while letting a single tear stream down my pale face. The last few days are something you can't quite forget but I know I'm going to try my hardest to.. When you love someone as much as I loved him it's hard to get over it. Everything we did together. All of the exciting and sad times I've spent with him.

I know hiding away from the world isn't going to change anything but every time I fall asleep and wake back up. I get a bit excited, expecting things to have gone back to normal and then reality sets in and my mind flashes through everything that happened and it happens. I have anxiety attacks. Crying, wishing that it was back to normal.

All I know is that I'll never love anyone again.