Part # 4
I can't believe you're going to leave us. Eight years of friendship, love-hate, making up - fighting and sleeping - dancing. I can't process this thought as yet. It's like I've gone numb and like I'm running away from the pain of your departure will bring.
I keep telling myself it's temporary, that you'll come back and that distance won't come in between us.
Right?
I tell myself that you're going to turn into a successful, independent young lady - not that you're any less already - but the fact is not quite settling in. You're not going. You just can't. . . It's not going to end, right?
I really hope you're not going to stop trying, stop being there and stop giving me the best rational advises.
Tell me you won't.
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General FictionThis is the sequel to Through My Eyes and it has more chapters than that. I suggest you read that before this one. It's about how we go through a different adventure everyday with our beloved.
