I Love You," I Said In A

But The Absence Of Him Is Everywhere I Look. It's Like A Huge Hole Has Been Punched Through My Chest.

Try Not To Trip. We Don’t Have Time For A Concussion Today.

His Voice Was Like Honey And Velvet. "death, That Hath Sucked The Honey Of Thy Breath, Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty," He Murmured, And I Recognized The Line Spoken By Romeo In The Tomb.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed. The Words Ran Through My Head, Lacking The Perfect Clarity Of My Hallucination Last Night. They Were Just Words, Soundless, Like Print On A Page. Just Words, But They Ripped The Hole Wide Open, And I Stomped On The Brake, Knowing I Should Not Drive While This Incapacitated. I Curled Over, Pressing My Face Against The Steering Wheel And Trying To Breathe Without Lungs.

The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.