April Showers
Disclaimer: I don't own 'The Book Thief' it belongs to Markus Zusak, I'm only borrowing the themes for a while.
What was the point in going on when you'd lost the person you held most dear?
When every second you're apart your heart aches and every inch between you feels like hundreds of miles? When a secret glance passes between you, and their touch ignites you skin. When all that is gone, what's the point?
Either awake or asleep their all you can think about. To you, they were the most beautiful person in existence, and they are gone.
You've learnt that life isn't at all like the fairytales your mother told you when you were younger and foolishly innocent, but you learnt it too late, you'd already pinned every single one of your dreams on them. You've learnt that life can be poignant and breathtaking, but you've also learnt that it can be hideous and full of hatred.
They held your hand and told you they loved you and now you're lost. Every door you've tried to open is locked and now you're suffocating in the midst of it all.
The April showers are pouring down outside your window, drops of rain land on the window and you recognize them as the thousands of tears you've cried, they are seemingly your only friends.
You walk outside, the rain is cool and soothing and within seconds you're soaked through to your very soul. Somehow you've managed to survive, you're still around, their not here to guard you, but your still here.
You're dancing in the April showers, and you're starting to heal.
Technically, this doesn't have much to do with 'The Book Thief' itself, but it's more for those who had lost someone during WWII, it just seemed to fit here, and you can always see it as someone who lost someone close on Himmel Street.
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