Love Me When I’m Gone
He wasn’t the same Ryan anymore.
After my death, he became a hollowed-out shell of the man he’d been.
He quit his job and locked himself in his room.
The walls were covered with my photos, and a picture of us sat on his desk, gathering dust.
He started drinking heavily, started hurting himself, searching for a pain that could eclipse the one in his soul.
“Sophie, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
It was the only thing he ever said.
He desperately sought out dark magic, trying to find a way to contact the dead, to beg for a forgiveness he knew he didn’t deserve.
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