Everything I Didnt Say.

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I call out to her everyday hoping for a response coming from the last air she exhaled. Hoping for even the slightest whisper in her voice saying Anna back with a smile coming from all the atoms in her body that felt like had waited a long day to finally have a glimpse at me. I was her Anna before everyone else. But the price of taking time for granted decided to make its depth feed on her, and as for me I was granted a longer life, long enough to bare the fact of breathing in the very air she fought for till her very end. Living on leaving her behind was an excruciating torture in what I describe as "hell". Brick by brick it is build, starting from the very place I chose to let go.