"And you know what's even worse than that?" I find myself unable to stop speaking. " I look for her in every woman I see..." my voice dies as the lump in my throat turns painful and, the otherwise silent tears, become a little too loud.
A sob escapes between my gritted teeth and I brush a harsh hand over my face with unease.
"I hope to never find her again! I dread the thought of seeing her smile through a crowd! And yet, I can't stop myself from doing so!" I hiss, completely bitter and lost.
There's ache I have buried for ages and now that it all seeps through, I am overwhelmed. Tears. Who knew I still had the ability to cry? I thought my eyes had dried long ago. I thought this pain was not just something I held in a cage... I thought that after all the wounds and scars and bullets tha
