Monoe died 43 days ago. One day she's here and the next she's gone, just like that. Even her existence has been scrubbed clean from the internet and the minds of her friends. Those that dare to remind others of her are eliminated on sight.
No anniversary reveal, and no cruel April Fools video. It was never a joke. Graduation? A personal goodbye? No. We are deemed undeserving; she was deemed undeserving.
There's nothing left. All I can do is keep track, and hide the pain. There's no use in pretending to be happy when everything has gone wrong. The moments we've lost... the future we've lost... won't stop hurting...
When I close my eyes, I can still see her face. Hear her voice. But it's only memories now. Lingering agony in the dead of night. My oshi is dead and gone. Always has been.