My love has gone! She has left me. Oh god how can I endure this misery? It is torture. I feel ripped in two and she has taken my heart with her, leaving me eviscerated and crumpled in a useless heap.
There is no way no way at all I can possibly survive this. These last seven minutes since she walked out the door have already been the most painful in my 109 years. I cannot stop wailing. Alice says I must, otherwise I shall alert the authorities that there is something afoot, but all I have managed to do so far is stuff my fist in my mouth to muffle to noise. It is stuck there now, hopefully not permanently, but even if it were, what matter? She is GONE.
My ears have popped and all I can hear is the muffled shriek of the wind and my own wailing (also muffled). My phone, like my heart, is dead, dead, dead.
I am here, surrounded by darkness and trapped in this accursed box of sorrow.
I do hope I put enough stamps on it.