Gone...

She had smiled and laughed at me. I had said something stupid, like normal, and she reacted by hitting my arm and smiling at my stupidity.

That was the last time I saw her smile.

That was the last time I saw her laugh.

That was the last time she would hear my stupid jokes.

Gone were the days of laughter, fun, singing, dancing, and smiles.

Gone were the days of love, of midnight kisses, and lazy afternoon cuddles.

Gone were the days when her hair was as golden as sunlight, the days that her eyes lit up like the stars, the days that her lips were constantly quirked in that sassy, perfect smirk.

All of that perfection and love... Gone.

All of it. Every single thing. Gone.

Gone in a fatal swoop.

Gone in a fatal accident.

She‘s gone and it’s all my fault.

All my fault.