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The Girl sits on the bed alone in the room that was once filled with so much love she could barely breath. It is still filled with love, but empty love. Love without an outlet. She remembers the walls covered with his beloved flyers from every show that used to glow all night in the black light, the constant sound of music in the air. The warm and wavy waterbed they used to sleep on together every night, making love, talking for hours, and sleeping blissfully in each other's arms. She imagines his figure walking through the room in the dark and lying on the bed to wake her up so she knows that he's home. Then she realizes that he will never be coming home again ... at first we all thought it was a bad dream. Yet the nightmare was our cruel reality. Her tears will never stop flowing, her heart will never stop loving, and she must go on living.