The wind rushes past my face, wiping it clean of any remaining scent you might have left.

The sun shines on my skin, warming it differently than you used to do.

The heart beats of the people don't sound lie yours do.

The sounds of they're minds yell at me, while yours was a silent bliss.

They're voices are nothing like your sweet voice.

The brown soil fails to be anything like your beautiful eyes.

The cloths girls wear can never compare to yours.

You are irreplaceable.

And that's why I must leave you.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

HATE. TWILIGHT. But felt like writing this.