Last chapter

This is the end of our story, our love story. The one that started with the letter I wrote for her, the one that started a year ago but burned as fiercely as a raging inferno. An inferno that was put out too quickly. An inferno that died the day Alyssa died. Now she is being laid to rest but as she is being buried so is my heart. I have finally conquered my anxiety attacks. I no longer feel anything. I am now cold and unfeeling. It scares my family. I can see it in their eyes when they look at me and share a worried look between themselves, I can see it when my siblings try to cheer me up, they don't do what annoy me any longer, the pranks have died with Alyssa. Sometimes I wish we never started dating if that means that she would still be alive. 

Then I would slap myself and stop assigning blames or 'would haves' because it never change anything. Alyssa is still gone and I cherish every moment we spent together. Every kissed we shared, every look th