scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
It's been two years since I last spoke to anyone. That was when my parents died in a car accident and left me all alone with no one but myself to rely on. The pain has lessened over time but it still lingers at times like this, especially when the world feels so harsh outside of my sheltered home.
The memories though are beautiful; I remember the laughter we shared during dinner, our conversations about life after college and how we were all going to conquer the world together. My mother was a teacher and always had stories about her students; she loved seeing them learn new things every day. We used to sit in the backyard on warm summer nights watching the stars with my dad telling us stories about when he was young.
I've grown up too quickly and now I'm left all alone with no direction or purpose, just an overwhelming sense of loss that I don't know how to shake off yet. It feels like time is standing still for me as I try to find a way to move forward without the two people who truly understood me. They're gone and there's nothing I can do but keep moving ahead even if it's hard.
