AYLA

He's gone. I stood there for a while. I came back here to be with him. And just like always...it doesn't work out.

But it breaks me so much that I may not see him ever again. It breaks me to know that I was too late. If I had run faster. If I had stopped hating him sooner....he would be here.

I felt weak. I'm alone now. I'm all alone. My legs gave way and I fell to my knees. I do not stop the tears running down my face. I do not repress the sobs the burst out of my mouth.

I hold my heart and I...