It's hard to get life. When you think everything is okay and you will move on, or when you're so bad that nothing could be worst, life proves you that it can and it will. I'm trying yo deal with it, it's... Idk, very weird. Like, he was here and now it's gone. How could this be possible?
Death isnt about an unstopabble rain or some terrible storm, but about a vaccum moment after a shiny day.