Literature
Awake
Dedicated to my late friend, Emily. Who died way too young.
You lost your shine the day you saw her die. It was so harsh on you when it happened; it was so cruel. She had so much life, so much passion. You had to watch her be stripped of who she was day after day, until there was nothing left but the empty hope which was only there for you, so that you would survive, so that you would go on. She knew she would not.
It was a fight not for you, but her alone. Still, you stood by her side and carried her along. You stood there when the sun kissed the horizon and the black ink of night splashed across the sky, you stood there when she closed he