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Tyrell Monologue
“Sydnei I'm so sorry, I love you” Her voice trembles over the phone speaker, my heart stops. I feel a familiar tightness in my chest as I beg the Lord to not take another. “ Melina please listen to me It will be alright please stay with me a little longer, You promised.”
“Thank you for being such a good friend. Goodbye… I love you.” I had hoped I would never have to see your ugly face again. Never see your glee when you triumph or the mess of a person you left behind when you failed. I thought you had ended with Tyrell. I thought people would understand. I thought you would go away. Still here you are, telling people your lies, taking their joy, their hope, their very lives. I wish I had never experienced this. I wish I never had a relationship
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Just like I couldn't force my hand and make time go forward or backwards, it just wasn't in my control.

O yes, he seemed to say, death is stronger than I am.” -Virginia Woolf, The Death of the Moth Death may be stronger, It may be swifter, it may take the very ones we love, yet it can never separate us from those we have lost. Though I can't see Tyrells face. Hold him. Laugh with him. I still hear his voice, I still have the memories made forever to be cherished. I still have my best friend. He will always be in my heart, always in my thoughts, forever in my mind.

“And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.”
― Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

I couldn't save Tyrell, there is nothing I could have done, and still nothing I can do. I can't save everyone, yet there are people in all of our lives worth fighting for and we must fight for them. Allow their life to tell their story, allow them the story they

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