You know things will never be the same.
A part of you is missing. A part of you has been irrevocably changed.
They tell you that it's okay. That it's all right.
Life goes on, they say.
Does it? Does it really?
Sympathy, empathy? Don't make me laugh.
Disbelief. Regret. Shame. That's more like it.
What could you have done different?
Could you have changed it? Make it so it never happened?
What does one do when someone is lost?
All's fair in love and war, right?