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When you kill your soul mate you don’t ever really recover from it. Two years of trying to forget or rather move past it has taught me that you cant. Its an impossibility to recover from that kind of horrific form of betrayal. If you you’re too selfish or scared for suicide, like me, you learn to wake up every morning and follow routine. One foot in front of the other day after day. Hollow. Lifeless. Haunted. The down side is the my soul mate belonged to a terrifying drug running family that will hunt me down and kill me in order to avenge his death. So even though my own guilt swallows me hole daily- I also live in a perpetual state of fear and paranoia. Always watching and waiting for the day when the Ash’s find me and take my life from me the way I took his from him.