“why does everything hurt sometimes?
even things that should make me happy just make me feel emptier?” she asked.
i smiled and felt the tears wells in my eyes and tears ran down her face.
“why?” she begged.
“it’s because that emptiness your feeling can’t be filled,” I replied, “See those things makes it worse because they’re reminders of what you cannot have.”
‘I don’t want to feel anymore.” she whispered, “I don’t want it at all.”
“I wish i could do that for you my dear,” I sighed, “I wish I didn’t have to feel either.”







