A/N: Another one of those 11pm, can't sleep, bad mood stories! And it gave me a bloody nightmare!! Please R&R!
Crying:
After Callum was killed my whole world came crashing down all around me. Everything that had mattered to me had died with Callum. I looked for someone to blame; My Dad, Jude, society, our baby, even Callum himself, but deep down I know who was truly to blame for this. And that was me. I knew I should hate myself for that fact but I didn't have the energy to. I didn't have to energy to do much about from just lie and cry and cry and cry. And cry.
Without Callum I had nothing. Nothing and no one. Without Callum I had to bring up our child alone. I didn't know if I was strong enough to. I didn't feel as if I could face each day just being myself let alone having someone else to think about.
How was I supposed to get through life without Callum? He had always been there. Always. It didn't feel read that it was gone, but each time I stopped believing it my mind reminded me of the image of his death. It was only too real. Callum was dead and part of me died with him. I could never love anyone like I loved Callum. Like I always had and always would love him.
I felt so empty like there was nothing inside me anymore. Nothing mattered now Callum was gone. Nothing could ever matter like he did - does.
I was sure I wouldn't stop crying until I ran myself dry, and I knew I would never move on or get over him. Because I didn't want to.
All I had left was tears