Broken, torn, frayed.
With him gone, life was meaningless.
Thoughts scattered, heart broken.
Why continue? He is necessary, she needs him to breathe.
The world moved around her, not stopping, not slowing down.
She didn't notice.
She'd lost her best friend, her second family.
She'd lost him.
He was everything to her. How she lived before him, she didn't know.
He kept her alive, and now he was gone.
He didn't want her, but she needed him.
People tried, but no one could replace him.
Not even her sun.
The sun tried, but it was useless. She was too far gone; he had stolen any chance the sun had with her.
The sun didn't give up.
The sun needed her now. Like she needed him to breathe, like how she needed her sun to keep her going.
She couldn't have him, so she chose the sun.
She honestly tried, to forget, to heal.
The sun tried to help her forget, to help her heal.
It worked.
Sort of.
She heard his voice.
The sun didn't know it, but it was why she risked her life.
Rode a motorbike, jumped off a cliff.
All to hear his voice.
She hadn't forgotten, she couldn't forget.
She loved him.
Without him, she was nothing.
The sun filled that gap slightly.
The sun helped her.
Her sun could heal her, but not fix her.
Broken, torn, frayed.