Erik
The steadiness of the rain that trickles down the only window I have comforts me, but only just. Such small things held so much more for me once. Now, all they mean to me is painful hollowness. The reason they once held a soothing meaning for me is gone from my world, and my existence is truly empty. For how can one continue to live, if the person that kept them doing so is no more?
I shouldn't speak of the her like hat. The spot left in my heart may heal the more I say such things-but it's wrong, and I know that. But I do not understand- why would she go I cannot? Has she no desire to see me again? Did I hold such a small place in my beloved's life that it matters little if I am gone? What cuts the closest to my battered heart is that I may never know. I have no way to contact her, or find her location. So here I am- heart shattered, hopes ripped and tossed aside, alone for the rest of my days. I assure you there aren't many.
I always knew this would be my fate.