CHAPTER 17. AUGUST 1, 2002
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It was an odd fire that corrupted in my lungs and ominously stopped my breathing for a while as the realization that I would be alone for the time being was beginning to scare me.
But oh God, how I love him.
It hurts to stay here and constantly feel like I'm wasting my time but it's for him; the love of my life. My soul, the spark in my eyes, the reason for my heart to beat.
And I would do anything for him.
Even if that meant for me to be alone for a while but that's okay, just as long as he got better for him.
So as I dragged my luggage out of our once shared apartment at four in the morning while he laid asleep in our once shared bed, I know that we'll both be alright.
With or without each other because he knows I love him and I know he loved me at one point and that's all I need to get through this.
We'll be alright.
We breathed in each other once and I can still feel him in my lungs. That's all I need; the memory of him.
a/n: I just finished this hfs
epILOGUE IS GONNA BE THE DEATH OF US GBYE
