The winged cat within me is furious at the injustice of it all, but she tries to support the rest of me, reassuring me that I will see him again. But the future we had planned is gone, the future that was once so clear to me is again clouded. Forever once again put on hold. Every day I wish I could go to him. But though I have this death wish, suicide is against the rules. I will not risk ending up somewhere else, or bypassing the Waiting Zone altogether. I can't describe the pain and hopelessness I wake up to every day, knowing I'll have this with me for the rest of my life and praying that isn't very long. I try to give my existence some meaning, mostly through creative means like learning to play guitar. I try to make the most of this life, whatever it is, so that when it is finally my time I will be able to tell him about my life and maybe he'll be proud of me. I feel him with me, mostly at night, and when the moon he gave me is full and shining, and when I go to the beach to talk to him. He is my deity now, he's who I silently ask for guidance and protection, he's my conscience. I hear his words in my mind as I try to stay a part of the world.

And the story goes on....

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