I was 14.
She was my world and then my world was gone.
She was half of me and then half of me was gone.
I was a child and suddenly I was a child no more.
I was me and suddenly I was me no more.
My life was ripped apart.
I was ripped apart.
I was left alone.
I will always be alone.
I moved forward because there was no going back.
I haven’t really moved forward.
I wish I could go back.
I am 31.
She is forever 38.
I am forever 14.
“It’s a pretty good place to sleep and you can be with your Mom again.” She sighs, puts her head on his shoulder, closes her eyes, and fades into a green, misty light. —ParaNorman