She was dead. Or at least that's what I had to pretend. Every time I saw her, I told myself that it was just a ghost, a shadow of her before she went into darkness forever. It probably sounds terrible, and I'm sure there are certainly less damaging ways to try to forget a person you've loved, but I've tried to, over so many months and in so many ways. This is the only one that seemed to work at all.
It's probably because I swore I'd never let her go, til the day she died, and probably not even then. I find it a little funny now, in a sad sort of way, that my heart and mind took my promise so seriously.
I can understand why. They must have loved her just as furiously as the rest of me did.
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