This is the end of our story, our love story. The one that started with the letter I wrote for her, the one that started a year ago but burned as fiercely as a raging inferno. An inferno that was put out too quickly. An inferno that died the day Alyssa died. Now she is being laid to rest but as she is being buried so is my heart. I have finally conquered my anxiety attacks. I no longer feel anything. I am now cold and unfeeling. It scares my family. I can see it in their eyes when they look at me and share a worried look between themselves,...