Two sharp shots came from the unknown, and I lost one of the reasons for my dream of becoming a lawyer. Along with his death, I lost myself... What is the point of studying law and justice if I can never give him his?
I figure I’ll be in pain for the rest of my life, but that’s okay. I’ve accepted it, and I’m learning to deal with it one day at a time. Besides, grieving has no deadline. Longing has not timeline.
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