“How can I move on When all the best things I have we made together Here's to letting go But I am lost in a void with your ghost and our memories”
Seth feels you with every drop of rain—once pure and refreshing, now so polluted that it physically makes his skin crawl.
Seth sees you in every flower—petal by petal—but then flowers become a rare sight, and Seth supposes it’s time to move on. He leaves a daffodil in your Temple and promises himself it’s time to forget (his friend.)
It’s useless to pin after someone who won’t ever grace the world with their smile again. Seth is practical enough, determined enough to remind himself of such a thing every time the image of you—now a bit distorted, fading and entangled with the void, shrouded in darkness like a ghost—treacherously crosses his mind.
So Seth succeeds. He’s always forced himself to win. No matter the odds.