—Unknown (via perfect)
I couldn’t explain it, but I felt lighter, like a part of me was missing. My chest was tighter, heart beating a little slower, and the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach left me confused.
I’d never felt empty before, but suddenly I was a book without pages, a song without a chorus, a lake without water, and a shoe without laces.
I was alone.
—Sugar on the Asphalt, Chapter 1.