He's gone, it said.
That's all. Two words. I couldn't believe it. No, I thought, he can't be gone, just like that. Not now, not ever
All the times I'd laughed at his jokes, admired him for the beautiful human being that he was, all of the times I'd had cried with him, all the crazy adventures we'd shared and all the beautiful memories we had made, flashed before my eyes.
The realisation of what had happened hit me with a jolt. This is it, I thought, it's finally happened. That's when the tears started. They kept coming until I just couldn't cry anymore. I screamed. Screamed until my voice was hoarse and my throat was parched. I pounded at the floor until I thought my arms would break. I pulled at my hair until my head throbbed. I cursed at the unfairness of the universe. I felt like the weight of the entire world had fallen on me, all at once. A part of me died with him. Even then, I felt like my heart would explode because of the overwhelming pain and sadness.
How can a person affect me this way?, I thought, drowning in the ocean of grief washing over me.
Only then did I close the book and remember, he wasn't real.