Dear Tris,

It kills me.

It kills me how I climb into bed and look at the empty pillow beside me, instead of seeing your beautiful hazel eyes staring back at me.

It kills me how I wake up every morning in darkness even though the sun is shining and the skies are blue.

It kills me that when I get up for the day, it will be another day without you.

It kills me how much I miss you.



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