July 2, 2014


You’ve disappeared. Like everything else. Now who else can I talk to? I’m lost. When you left and he left, you took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. But in a way, I’m glad. The pain is the only reminder that he was real, that you all were. (Bella Swan, New Moon)

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