Every single word has a meaning. Solangelo
Death.
It calls me.
I've given up.
Under the back breaking pressure on my soul drowning me in a field of unimaginable pain, I began to crumble.
My pen shakes in my hand as a struggle to write clear words.
My last words.
My last word.
Will.
That's all I've written down Just the one word.
The name belongs to someone who will forever be a part of me.
Will forever be with me.
Wherever I go.
He is with me.
Will, In my heart.
He is the only thing keeping my heart beating now.
The only thing keeping me tethered to the earth.
The only reason my pen stops where it is. The only reason.
He told me to keep living.
No matter what happens.
No matter what.
He told me to keep breathing.
I keep breathing.
Even when he doesn't.
Even when he's gone.
Why does he ask me of this.
This burden.
To keep living.
When he's gone.
He's gone.
Gone.
He said we will meet again.
But I want to right now.
But…...
But he told me to keep living.
Live.
You're not living Will.
I need you.
You.
I say I can't.
You say I can.
Say.
So I will.
You say I need to.
I'll live for you Will.
Only you.
Live.