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Make that the second at that tim If you've ever gone through something tragic or lost someone close to you ... The pain is unbearable ... The only feeling you want to feel is the feeling of being numb . Not feeling anything is good actually cause I don't have to worry about the hurt that comes with the realization of loss and the fact that... The horrible fact that you are never going to hear that person , laugh again ,Speak , smile , tell you everything will be okay, remedy any sort of pain you'd be in ,and most of all tell you how much they love and cherish you unconditionall

Audrey, If you've found this letter, it must mean I'm dead... right? I'm sorry I treated you like shit. You don't deserve that. You deserve someone who will love you with all your heart and I'm sorry that I couldn't be the one. I'm sorry I broke our pact but please, please, please don't kill yourself. I have nothing left to live for. I feel like a weight on your shoulders, consistently pulling you down. I can't be that. You deserve so much more. I'm sorry I was so toxic towards you. Trust me, you'll be so much happier without me.

It read: “SORRY! Babe, I won't be coming home tonight. Major crisis with the L.A. client. Don’t wait up. Kisses, xoxo.” My carefully laid plans, my desperate hopes, my hours of effort. All shattered completely by a single, casual, heartbreaking text message. The initial flutter of excitement I'd felt earlier, the heady, anticipation fueled buzz that had driven me to dress up and set the scene, was now violently gone, replaced by a cold, leaden weight.

I whispered through tears. Then I picked up my phone and started recording a video. My face looked pale and wet with tears. “Narat… if you see this… I am sorry. I love you so much. Without you, I have nothing. I cannot go on like this,maybe it is better if I just… end it. I am sorry, Sunshine. Forgive me.” I stopped the recording, my hands shaking. The room felt too quiet. Too dark.

I needed to say something, to let the grief out, even if only here, through text. ME: I’m… lost. This house is full of ghosts. Killian cries at night. His father… they don’t even know each other fully yet. And I… I feel like I’m drowning. Every time I try to help, I feel like I break a little more. I hit send, and waited. Seconds felt like hours. Then, UNKNOWN: I wish I could be there. I miss you. I always did. If you want to talk, really talk, I’m here.

I Texted back with innocent dripping words. I typed my response; my fingers trembled from fright, guilt, and desperation - "I know I hurt you yesterday, but please don't use it to get revenge on me," I pleaded, the words tumbling out like a confession. "I don't want to die, please," he added and carried the burden of my error. A crying emoji ended the message, hoping to drive home my sorrow.

If not, at least let me know. 'A text of simple YES or NO will be fine too.' Her last text was, 'Thank you for everything, and sorry for everything.' I could sense her sadness when she wrote that text to me. It was a simple 'thank you' text, but it meant so much displeasure. When my eyes fell on the time she had sent the text, I felt guiltier. She waited for me that long. She had a hope that I would magically appear. She shouldn't have had that much hope pinned on me. I was a horrible person.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

and then he's gone. When I make sure the phone's been hung up, I let out a little cry, because I am disappointed and upset. Not at him, but at the situation. Then I feel awful, people have died, and I'm feeling sorry for myself for not going out on a date. "Suck it up, Ruby." My phone vibrates with a text. After the news I just got, I wonder if I want to see whose messaging me now. When I look over, I see Karina's name.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.