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6 - An Ache That Can't Be Cured

I sit on the floor crying. My arms ache for his embrace. I need him right now, more than ever, and he's gone. I curl up on the floor in the fetal position, hugging myself as I cry. Eventually, I don't know when, but I fall asleep. The night is haunted by the memory of him. My dreams paint the colors of him across my eyelids while I sleep. I jolt awake; it's 4 AM. Before I forget he's not there anymore, I roll over and try to find his warm skin. All I can feel is the cold floor underneath my trembling fingers. My heart stops in my chest and I quickly sit up in panic, looking around to find myself on my living room floor. My sore bones and muscles cry out at the sudden movements and I groan, standing up slowly before trudging to my room and laying back down. The pain from body didn't bother me. What really hurt was the ache in my heart. The thought of him, my love, my soulmate, being gone forever was what tore me apart. Tears leaked from my eyes once more as I bawled. The image of his dead body tore into my mind and crumpled me to dust. I would never be the same.

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