We spent ten minutes and twenty five seconds on the road before we were hit. I was in surgery for five hours. See, the problem with life is the fact, that I nevsr was one to, see beyond the surface, Nyx however, saw into my innermost thoughts, even  smiling at times when I thought she should be in distress. The time I haven't seen her, is neverending at this point, just as my tears are. If Nyx dies, I don't have a soul mate, and without my soul mate, I don't have a soul, I may as well die. Nyx, is the toxic love that I take another breath of, I am addicted to her. And rehab for people who fell in love and got their heart broken in the process, well...that doesn't exist. Every passing second is another crack in my heart. Every breath I take is one I wish I could give to her. My clouded mind, my heart that hurts, physically.

  The moment that the doctor came in that room, and told me some "bad news" my heart was ripped out, thrown on the ground, and stomped on. I felt the need to brutally sob and cry, but, my mouth stayed silent, my eues vacant.

"Souls never die, they vanish when we reach our breaking point."

Believe it or not, I felt my feelings leave me once and for all. I felt my body go numb.

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