What's Left of Her

That's what she said when I met her last time, she knew that she was the only one who connects me to the world. Without her, I am just something that's totally apart from the whole world. Even when she knew it, she left me.

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At first, it was hard, no one to wake me up, no one to argue with, everything went into complete silence. It's after she came, I found out that there are talents inside me.

There was something glowing deep inside me, she was the light that reflected on it and made it visible world outside. No what's the purpose of having something glowing when there's no light, the nothingness.

People needed a purpose to live for, I lived without any of that for years, it was like a half-sleep half-awake state. Then there were days me trying to put all my efforts to achieve the purposes, but it ain't matter anymore.

The world told me not to put faith in her, but it was hard for me when I found out that she was my world. She smiled, cried and blamed all the time, and then she left without an empty face. I couldn't understand what was going inside her then. The face was empty.

I always told her about staying away from caring a lot about little things, but now that little things are the ones that matter. A life with a lot of little problems, hard to ignore and hard to take care of.

I loved the things she wrote, but there wasn't enough time she gave to find the meaning behind it. For me whatever she wrote is incomplete, there are few more lines she avoided to say in the end. It was the one's which's only for me to hear.

Now she's far away, hard to keep a track of. It's only the memories which could be easily tracked. When I started reading my diary onwards from the day she came to my life, there isn't any mentioning of her. It was all about the changes that were happening in my life.

Only proof for her existence is just the memories I have, I have read somewhere that memories also could be created artificially. If that's possible she may be an illusion. It's better to relieve from the pain from the fact that "she's not here".

Maybe she and the cold villain who took her maybe an illusion, there's no her and there's no villain. It all just some simulation, which will end after that cold villain comes for me. Maybe he's cold but not a villain, he may be a man just come to help me, to reach her.