California. Here We Come.

I haven't yet been able to bring myself to witness the death of Marissa Cooper.

I was there, when it happened, but somehow the second coming is far worse - I know what is ahead, and flashes of that night appear in my mind, and it is as if a part of myself died in that accident.

Although I may revisit the memories we shared together (on DVD), they will never fill the inevitable emptiness that awaits, once I pass this point.

It is as if she is already gone, and still I can't let her go.

I see a new chapter ahead (on the shelf), so I try to comfort myself with the knowledge that there is life after Marissa Cooper - but I wonder - will it be the same?

Sadly, I already know.