"What is it like," whispered the reader, asking the author what the feeling of losing your person was295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Bn7BYFuHt
The author, in a hurt hushed tone, they'd speak slow and saddened,295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsn5BWatU3n
"Without them, it is as if the world has no oxygen left and I am left, empty and withering. Left with possibilities among possibilities a list ever growing. Losing them is like... Trying to breathe underwater or breathing in a world with no oxygen, even living in a world where blood doesn't pump through our bodies but instead acid. The memories of them keeping you up late at night, bittersweet reminders around every street corner, replaying the sound of their voice in your head again and again in desperate hopes to not forget or picturing their face nightly as you lay awake staring at the ceiling. Reminiscing every detail, how their jaw curves, how their eyes twinkle when they speak, or how they curve their lips into the goofiest grin. Losing them is like losing yourself in a way."295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcAFiRS69sg
The reader listened, hanging onto every word, tears would form into their eyes as they whispered back a question, "Like we are one in the same but our paths had to uncross, in hopes it was for the better?"295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo0QTrxsNl9
The authors smiled sadly, "It is like carving a path together and suddenly hitting a stopping point where you must carve your own paths away from each other, like a book leaving on a heartbreaking cliffhanger, a song filled with meanings but all lead to heartbreak, a fairytale but there is no happy ending this time. Losing them, is one of the hardest things to do and some may never return from the hurt they drowned in when they lost their person."295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2nub57rAy2
The reader closed the book, saddened but aware, not all stories have a happy ending no matter how hard you may try.295Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGX3Yhz2vf
