You were only a character in my story.
A character that passed away.
And that's why you no longer exist.
And that's why death scenes hurt.
It reminds me of you.
And your death in my story.
How it hurt so bad.
How you no longer exist.
You needed to die though.
In order to be happy.
You needed to leave my story.
But I miss you.
I miss your being.
You hurt me when you left.
But I can only learn from it.
Give you a proper goodbye.
And bury you with the memories.

I hope you're happy in the story you star in now.

A.F.