'Lucas. I'm sick.' The words ran through his mind over and over again. It had been eight long months since she past away. The one girl he really loved. The one girl he cherished. The one girl who ever understood the man he was.
Lucas wasn't the man he was, and he knew the painful truth that was... he would never be that man again. People said he was broken. They had left him there to die inside. To rot away in his own misery. They gave up. Got bored and moved on.
Move on. Those are the words Lucas could never get his head around.
How could you just 'move on'?
How could you 'move on' from what you loved?
From what you cherished, just like that?