I still remember it clearly. More clearly than anyone knows. More clearly than I can handle. I look back and I don't understand, I don't understand how she could just let go. Just let herself fall. Where did that girl go? That person I loved so much? What happened? I don't know that I'll ever fully understand, but what's to understand? I don't know where it all went, but suddenly, she was gone, and nothing mattered anymore.
It was a cold, windy spring day in Cooperstown, New York. The day was much cooler than a day in mid-June ought to be. We were walking down the street in town, we weren't thinking about anything. We were just there, we were together, and that was all that mattered. I remember her saying "don't you ever let go, I love you so much, just don't let go. You are my hope for humanity, for the world. If you leave, what will there be to live for?" I turned to her and looked into her eyes, and I knew that it was true, and I promised her that I would never let go. I should have made her promise the same thing. Maybe, if I had, maybe I wouldn't be writing this. Maybe she would still be here today.
YOU ARE READING
A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
