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I've laid here in the bedroom Jack used for what seems like forever. I know it's been at least three days and, so far, just the thought of getting out of bed makes me cry more. His scent is almost gone from his clothes and I just can't bring myself to go into our room. I can hear everything outside at night and part of me hopes they find a way to get up here and kill me because I just... I don't want to continue on. The only reason I didn't lie next to him and join him in the afterworld is simply because he wanted me to live. But is this living? Is this even a life worth living? I know I can survive and I should probably go look for my sister, but the hollowness in my chest is something I would never have expected. At least if we had marked each other I might have died with him instea
