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One last curtsy brings the crowd to their feet in applause, a roar for an encore erupts and all they can do is drop the curtain in order to save her. She smiles with her head bowed as the shadow descends down her form for the end of the night. The light thud on the ground sends her to the floor, knees contact first with a crash and her body follows after. Limbs shake as she struggles to take back control over her body, this whole time...it was all that she could to keep from falling apart. Pictures of the girl's smiling face came back then the image of her standing at the bridge. Her eyes clenched tightly as if to forcefully blind herself from seeing more but her brain forced a memory into her focus. The body fell with a welcoming broken length, the crash of the waves was as painful to endure as if she had fallen from a building. I was looking for you...I was looking for you in all the wrong places because I hoped with all my heart that my first guess was wrong. The crowds applause dulled down to common chatter as she tried to recover. Silhouettes cascaded around her as they performed their duties, making small talk with her as they passed by. Sweat rolled down the sides of her face as she answered the best she could with a firm voice. I want to scream so badly. I walk around these faces but all I picture is your grave. Twilight sets in and she's forgotten a day has already passed since the news. I keep wanting to vomit. I can't break I can't break I can't break I can't break. There is too much going on, I can't let this break me. I won't allow you to break me. But...I wish that I didn't walk away and allow my focus be distracted when you needed me most. I let John distract me from you even though you pleaded me to stay for the night. I wonder if that would have been enough. I doubt it. I guess I'll never know.
There's no time for mourning, if I stop now I fear I'll won't be able to do anything but lay there in a decaying heap from my emotional breakdown. I can't stop to mourn you, how shitty is that?
There's no time for mourning, if I stop now I fear I'll won't be able to do anything but lay there in a decaying heap from my emotional breakdown. I can't stop to mourn you, how shitty is that?