I've exceeded the point of exhaustion. To say that I feel numb would insinuate that I'm feeling something. The days are tedious and dreary. I come home to an empty apartment every night. Sometimes I can't even bear to sit in the living room because that's where it happened. That's where I lost my Nagisa forever. I would never again wake up with her face next to mine. I finally have something to live for and it gets snatched away from me when I was completely euphoric. Why do I go on when so much of me has already died?