Cold

by Cosmic

I can’t stand it anymore.

The quiet.

The link is broken.

Forever.

He’s dead.

Dead.

They think I’m going to lose it. They think I don’t hear their whispers or thoughts. They think I don’t see the way they look at me. Let them. I don’t care. The truth is I think they’re right.

I cry myself to sleep every night knowing he won’t be there in the morning.

I still dream of him. Every night. I wake up every night in cold sweat and then I know he’s gone.

Cold.

It’s so cold without him.

I feel empty. Torn. Lifeless. I feel like somebody ripped my heart out. Somebody did. He did.

I may have to face him again someday. And I know I can’t. I’ll see him and all will be lost. I couldn’t let Nate kill him, even knowing he’s dead, that it’s only a shell where he lives. I still love him.

I crumble without him, I fall to pieces. Inside I’m as dead as he is.

It’s too cold.

It’s too quiet.

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