She held my hand and I went to places that only I and her knew and it was during such times I knew I loved her and I became someone else and I remembered her warm breath on my cheek and she didn't shy away

Shied away, from the world. Cold air around my lips. I'm someone else, after all that's happened. Places, either burnt down or burning like bridges. Her lips still felt cold.
Her hands gone, only mine left.

She loved to see my smile and I did all I could to keep her smiling told her that her smile would make others envy her for her smile lit up darkest corners of my Earth I couldn't stop holding her

Hated my features, and so I withdrew, attempting to please her. But I know, I existed. She existed. But what for? Shadows return, anyway. The stronger the light, the harder shadows hit..but I'll rewind-