She used to believe in heroes.
In good people.
Change and forgiveness?
He gave her hope in all those lines.
So meaningless now.
Burned to ashes.
Though his absence is pain,
Life makes sense.
Happiness is within reach.
No more fake smiles.
She cries out of joy.
Wish to show him how little effect on them he has now.
But he's far away.
Unknown whether he breathes.
As we are to him.
His ashes are part of her.
Gone never meant forgotten.