Today it’s that thick, sick feeling that crowds her chest. It’s what makes it hard to eat, hard to sleep. It's weird to think that someone she knew, someone she loved--and for so long--she'll never see again. It's hard to write down, to admit; it's hard to say the words and make it real, final.
It's the goodbye you don't deserve that she'll never get to say.
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