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    An Original Piece of Writing | A Prologue…Until Death Do Us Part

    Remembering that day is painful.  Remembering that day haunts my every dream and every waking moment.  The loss of your soul mate is a soul deep loss.  A bone achingly painful loss.  The souls holding hands are inexplicably snapped when their life force is taken from you in such a brutally violent act.  That moment has transformed me into this weak- minded shadow of my former self.  The shock almost protects you from dying right alongside them.  Eventually the shock wears off and your brain registers what is happening.  It fires synapses left, right and centre.  It is travelling at a hundred miles per hour.  Confusion, pain and denial seep…