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Lastly, 3 of 3.
Title: Throwing It Away
Summary: She must have been a terrific liar, if they thought she could move on.
Warning: Angst
She was so sick of crying.
It had become a disease, infecting her body, eating away at her soul.
Each tear a memory, escaping her mind, and slipping away forever. Not even the water cured her, not even the water that couldn't heal him. As the darkness consumed her mind, it whispered into her ear, telling her lies and fake cures to take away the pain.
So she did it.
She threw it all away.
And when she did it, the reality of her world washed down the drain with it, tearing the mere fragments of her sanity as she did. So as her world crashed down and fell apart, she felt so empty.
She remembered them, her friends, or at least they had once been, they begged her to leave.
They begged her to come home, to leave this place, to forget him.
They asked her to move on, to continuing living, and just try it.
They even said it was okay to love again.
She only screamed at them to leave, to get out of her house, to leave her alone. As she kicked and screamed at them, her voice stabbed the walls of the empty house.
She hated them for not understanding. For not knowing the pain inside her empty body, the disease she had to fight every single day. The mask on her face hid the dried up tears, her frowns, and her quickly aging face.
She must have been a terrific liar if they thought she could move on.
To love, you must have a heart. To live, you must have a world.
And she did not have any of these.
Without him here, there really was no need for them.