Lifelong friends, separated by circumstance, reconnected all too late.

We were each other's light in the darkness.
She passed unexpectedly in the early morning. She was working the day before, happy and healthy. Her son told me yesterday afternoon that she was gone...

I want to give up. Crawl in a dark hole and be forgotten. I feel like I'm only living because a few people would be sad if I died. I don't have a plan to hurt myself, and I'm too cowardly to make one.

I don't want to exist anymore. I don't know how to get through life without her.

But I gotta make her proud, y'know?