The Path

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17/5/2019
I don't think things could get any worse here. I've lost so much, people will complain and say they've lost more...but this is different. I don't think people can lose more, I just think people cope differently. I don't remember the last time I've opened up or vented...the last time I've cried. Even writing this down is tricky for me, but it's not like anyone is going to read this. Why did this have to happen? We could've just gone on like always, when we were together the world felt as if it were floating. But now, the world feels still. You're not here with me, I'm alone in this world. You left me...or were we separated? Was is your free will or was it just...something that happened? Not a day goes by when I don't think about what I lost...I miss you.

18/5/2019
I sit down on my bed, holding this instrument in my hand. It's amazing, something made of wood and strings can make such beautiful sounds. I strum the strings, each sound is unique and perfect. I make a few tweaks and tune it, now it really is perfect. Oh how I wish you could be here with me, oh how I wish you could. If it weren't for that stupid argument...that stupid rumour, then maybe you would be here with me...but you aren't. As I strum my guitar once again, I remember a song I've been learning to play before this apocalypse started. I lightly play on the strings, trying my hardest to remember the song. I should probably stop, I thought I could hear some infected outside. I'm heading off to the mountains tomorrow, to finally capture that moment we talked about all that time ago. Hopefully it's as beautiful as we thought. Who knows...

19/5/2019
I have everything packed, I'm heading off to the mountains now. I'm bringing my guitar with me too, found a carrier for it under the stairs. This house has a lot of memories in it, won't be easy having to leave. I'll come back once I've gone where I want to. Who knows, I might even bump into some familiar faces...and hopefully they'll be friendly. I was thinking on heading back to my old house as well, just to find some of my old belongings for the trip. I really want to find the photos, then the house might finally be complete...well, it'll still be missing some things. I've doodled around here long enough, time to head out. I can finally put my drawing skills to the test once I find this mountain too, if I can't take a photo then I'll spend however long I need to draw it...that way you can see how it looked if we ever meet again.