One month later
Noah's dead and it's finally sinking in. The time I heard the news, I was frantic, I thought it was a joke, a stupid one.
I waited, for the news to turn out into a hoax but it was very real. It was a nightmare that I couldn't flee, even though I badly craved to.
I feel his absence every day, especially when I wake up and the feeling of being alone crawls back in, deep into my skin.
The day he proposed to me was the happiest, and somewhere in my heart, I felt that happiness doesn't last forever but never in a million years did I imagine it would be this short-lived.
I had a feeling he would do something stupid the moment he left, he wasn't alright and I was to blame. I said those hurtful things to him when he was at his lowest.
Somewhere in his heart, he felt he wouldn
