white cloth all over you.
kissing you on the forehead for the last time was the hardest thing to do.
i really wish it wasnt the last time.
at that moment, i wish i had the power to make someone alive again.
i wish you would just wake up and tell me it was all a joke.
yes, i am still the silly little girl whom you always kissed so hard and hug till she couldnt breathe.
yes i still wish that people could come back and never die.
but everyone has to.
she knows.
i know.
saying goodbye to you. was never easy.
whats worst was the smile on your face.
makes it harder for me to say it.
i always dreamt of coming by to surprise you after coming home from work.
i guess that will never happen now.
i am still not okay.
i feel like letting it all out.
but i dun have the rights.
ill just keep it in.
be as normal as i can.
i should start packing up.
2 deaths in a row.
how worst can it get?
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