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the beginning of a story... let me know what you think, and if you have any ideas... anything and all is appreciated...
~Manda
Getting out of bed the morning after it all happened was the hardest thing I had ever done in all my almost-twenty years. Just the realization that I would never see him again made hurl myself back down on my pillows and bawl furiously for the good part of an hour. After I had cried until no more tears came, I continued shaking and sobbing, hurling my grief to all the four confining walls of the little dorm room. My silent screams tore my heart in millions of shreds and every thought I dared think brought back the memories we had shared. Thinking about the memories only made me cry harder, because he wasn’t there to share memories with anymore. I pulled the last tissue out of the box and stood up slowly, my shoulders heaving with unspent sobs. I glanced at a little poster I had spontaneously purchased the previous month that said I loved you this much and was a picture of a hand with a huge nail through the palm. What would it have been like to have been His friend, I wondered. To have been able to spend a day, a week, a year with one so great would be the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Unlike yesterday, when the worst thing that could ever have happened did.
~Manda
Getting out of bed the morning after it all happened was the hardest thing I had ever done in all my almost-twenty years. Just the realization that I would never see him again made hurl myself back down on my pillows and bawl furiously for the good part of an hour. After I had cried until no more tears came, I continued shaking and sobbing, hurling my grief to all the four confining walls of the little dorm room. My silent screams tore my heart in millions of shreds and every thought I dared think brought back the memories we had shared. Thinking about the memories only made me cry harder, because he wasn’t there to share memories with anymore. I pulled the last tissue out of the box and stood up slowly, my shoulders heaving with unspent sobs. I glanced at a little poster I had spontaneously purchased the previous month that said I loved you this much and was a picture of a hand with a huge nail through the palm. What would it have been like to have been His friend, I wondered. To have been able to spend a day, a week, a year with one so great would be the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Unlike yesterday, when the worst thing that could ever have happened did.