epilogue
Tragedy is like a hurricane that strikes and you don't realise what's happened until it's all over and there's nothing left. That was how I felt the first few days. In my mind, you were still as alive as ever, with your perpetually bright eyes and wide smile.
We had become so accustomed to your existence, it was as if the sun had stopped rising and setting after you died. Your effervescent character was like a big sunny ball of happiness that rolled around and brought joy to everyone.
You were dead but people die everyday. They're all someone's children, friends, maybe sisters or brothers. Humans adapt. We learn to cope with loss. You were dead but we still remembered you.
Loss is like an old wound. It may never truly heal, but you learn to live with it.
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amnesia
Dla nastolatków"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, And forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you, And the memories I never can escape." Adam: lonely, artistic, shy Laura: pretty, gentle, vivacious When Adam spott...
