The Loneliness Is Killing Me

“All the color of my world has disappeared since you died,” I whispered, tears threatening, “I thought you knew I was terrified of being alone...” I was speaking to no one, only the walls around me could hear my cries.

In loving memory of my recently deceased best friend James. Rest in peace. (March 16, 1995 - February 11, 2010)

Entry for this, and this contest.

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