Broken.

That's all that I felt, I was drained.

Drained of tears. Drained of life.

I was going through Nad's things. And I found her diary. I wasn't going to read it because I respect her privacy.

But she's dead.

I found a letter, from the day I showed her my song.

She was so afraid of death, of leaving me, afraid I was going to die. And she'd be alone, without me.

I also found another letter.

She was pregnant, with my child.

The life we could have had together rushed into my mind. Along with all of the memories.