All the colours drain out of my world, everything turns black and white, dull grey that makes everything unreal. Even the sound stops, a stillness that is for once welcomed in a world full of noises and sounds. Everything grinds to a halt as I hear the news and stand in shock.
Too late for righting mistakes, making up, saying hellos and goodbyes. Too late to meet again and laugh, and talk, to sing and dance, to say thank you for all the things you've done for me. Too late to hold your hand and say I love you.
You shouldn't have suffered. Shouldn't have to be in pain. Shouldn't have had to pass away.
But we all eventually do, and fate is a