evermore

It had been four months since Astoria had last felt alive. And she could no longer bear with each new day to remain the same undead as the day before. Months passed, and in everything she had read, heard, or experienced grief, the tendency was to improve. But not this time. For some reason, that pain felt like it would last forever. How to continue after losing the one you love? How to force air into your lungs, one foot in front of the other? How to honor your legacy, walk your future and, at the same time, celebrate your moments together? Astoria didn't know. Still.