You can't live your life waiting.

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You can't live your life waiting.
Uttering a few unintelligible words I don't yet possess the language to articulate the emotion, the loss, the anger.
The pain accompanied by rage - a woman humiliated.
These mood swings? I'm a paranoid creature.
My ruined face - I see myself withered and spotty, eyes wide in sagging flesh. When did I stop being me?
It is the beginning of the end.
I seek no love or happiness, I am content to suffer alone as once I falsely hoped to meet a love comparable to mine.
He had simply disappeared. It had been so obvious surely he kept a secret. Her trust in him began to weaken.
If something happened it would spoil everything. Whatever this was would only complicate things.
I should have known he'd want to walk.