#Chapter42

Raymond Reynolds' POV

Life is a like a heap of moments and memories. Some are happy, some are full of sorrow but most of them are empty. We don't realize what we are missing in that moment. We stop living the moment. All the worries, tension consume our thoughts and we forget to live the moment to its fullest.

I didn't realize what I had, what she meant to me until she was gone.

I miss our late-night talks. I miss our study-dates. I miss walking down the hallway holding hands with her. I miss the heat of her body next to mine. I miss her teaching me. I...