I hate my life. I hate it. I remember when I was happy. I remember those days. When I was happy. When he was here. Want to know who I am talking about. Well, the love of my life my soulmate the one who would die for me and do. Alex Crusaw with his dark hair and dark blue eyes. The way he used to smiles so bright I swear the sun itself could be in the room. I loved him and he loved me. We were happy. Then he was gone. Goddamnit curse that gunshot. That gunshot that took his life. I am never going to love again. Should I commit suicide? Should I? I would be with him. Would he want me to do this? Nope. But I will do it anyways. The last thing I hear is nooooooooo, Alina. Then the world becomes blacker than the sky.

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