Look down. Smile. Wrap your arms around her. Your arms engulf her tiny frame and your chin rests on her shoulder. She leans into you and holds on tight. You wish you could protect her forever. Always be here to fight off her demons, make her laugh with your silliness, share numerous cups of tea and get hyper together on coffee. If only you could be around to listen to her rants forever, leave notes on the walls, doors, cupboards and fridge, just to make her smile.
You personified objects together, complained about the grumpy fridge and spent numerous nights huddled next to radiators. The pizza man always saw you together, you shared a job, a flat and even once a bed. Together you lived through breakups, uni, fights with friends and your job. Books, dvd's, music and games integrated with each other. She was the only one who questioned your self harm and her anger was surprising. You only ever really fought with her once and that was about the stupidest thing. It felt like you had shared this flat forever and yet it was just over half a year. For the first time ever something was just how you imagined it was supposed to be and how you see it on TV.
Now she's gone, now what?
I'm asking you a question. I need an answer! What now? What are you going to do now?
Tell me!
Silence. OK, well how about I tell you. You have a new flatmate, get to know him. You are not alone in the flat anymore. Take down the notes from the fridge that remind you of her, you might want to put the 'treasure hunt' mugs away as well.
No listen to me, It's the past leave it there! Don't carry it into your future as well.
It's probably a good idea to take the photo off the fridge as well.
No, you can keep it, just maybe put it in your room instead.
She's not dead for crying out loud! She's just on the other side of the world.
Yes. It's time to start over. you've done it before, you can do it again.
Right i'm afraid that's time.
See you next week?
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