I awoke in a cold sweat. Trickles of light were sneaking out from the curtains but apart from that it was dark. I wiped the tears from my eyes, "No." I said aloud. "Don't do this to yourself, Jane. He's not worth it." But deep down, I knew he was. I threw myself back down onto the bed, shaking the caravan, and desperately tried to forget...
I had only been a few days since he'd gone, but it felt like a lifetime. Everyone seemed to move on so quickly, as if nothing had ever happened. How can you forget something so quickly? I felt empty and cold, like there was a hole inside be that kept growing and growing until I vanished into thin air. Erik kept telling me, "You only knew him for a couple of days, come on, Jane." But I couldn't move on. I tried, and I tried, but I simply couldn't.
I'm sure they were just as stunned as I was, when he first came. it was an amazing discovery, he taught me so much... How can they... It's torture, I can't... I cant...
I can't live without him.
