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25 days later: Its been 25 days since I last saw Brent. 25 whole days. 25 days of agony and non-stop crying. I felt completely empty inside without him next to me.It was torture. Not a day went by that I didn't think about him,I couldn't get him out of my mind. That wasn't even the worst part. I seemed to be getting ill due to my depression.I've been feeling nauseous recently and I didn't understand why.As far as I knew,food poisoning wouldn't go on for a whole week... The knock on the front door brought me out of my thoughts. I opened the door just as mom walked in with a bag of groceries in her hands. "We need to talk."She said taking a seat at the dining table. "About?"I asked taking a seat next to her. "As you know,the wedding is four days away."She poin