A/N: Something I wrote after reading New Moon by Stephenie Meyer. I kept trying to upload this, but kept saying the file had an error.
Ending
Why doesn't the world end when someone dear dies?! Why can't it all just stop, never to begin again? All loved ones feel lost without them; not knowing where to up where they left off. Others feel guiltier and regret about the last things they told that person. Those feelings of sorrow and remorse and regret flood their minds and souls, never wanting to happy again. They just build up; all those feelings just well up inside, when you feel like laughing or smiling. How can you laugh when they're gone?! How can you be happy and smiling when you're supposed to be mourning a lost life, a lost friend? How can you act like nothing happened, like there's nothing to worry about??
I feel all this now, it may not be a good feeling, but I feel it. Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed for fear of losing someone else. The days are all blurred together; they feel like all one day.