The air was cold, and I couldn't move. As I got up, I felt nauseated. I sat in bed for a while, staring at the wall, holding my pillow in my arms. I never wanted so much for her to be here with me. I wanted to have her warm body here against my chest, wrapped in my arms.
Love is such a strange thing.
In a few short years, I've gone from a strong, noble man to a weak, pathetic fool. I've lost myself in the muck of my life. I've gone from being a good man to becoming the man I always hated. I've gotten so much worse. One must die.