Last time
- A silence glazed over the room "He can't he can't be dead." Thousands of questions and lonely memories race through my head.
Its so weird when you lose the love of your life. It was like I forgot and ever morning when I rolled over in bed to check my phone I expected a text from him and every morning I cried reliving the moments leading up to him dieing. Now I crave his lips and body like a drug attic crave coke.
Whoever did this is going to pay. I want to kill. See blood drip on the floor and stain the carpet. I want to burn the body that brought all this pain in to my heart. As if I didn't already have it. I keep finding myself dialing
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