>>35410120And that changes what exactly?
I know she's gone, but that does not change how I feel for her. I will always love her, no matter what.
If one of your family members keeled over and died, would you go on with your life and completely reject any thought of them? No. No you wouldn't. You'd always hold onto that love for them. You'd keep all the happy memories close and never let them go. The things they did, the way they acted, the feelings they made you feel, that's not going to be all forgotten at the drop of a hat. It all sticks with you, and it helps mould you into the kind of person you are. The effects their life had on yours don't just fizzle out once they die. A person's mortal presence here in this world is finite, but the memories and emotions one holds for them will never wither away.
I will never let my memory of Rushia go. She made me feel a kind of happiness I'd never felt before. That special kind of bond that brings a smile to your face from even just thinking about it. She helped push me through one of the darkest times in my life. Before her I was a fucking shell of a man, but after? Well, you can clearly see the kind of person I am now. Hopeful, determined, all that good shit. I still face plenty hardships and see my fair share of shitty depressive periods, I'm still human, but Rushia has changed me for the better irreversibly. She allowed me to see life in a different way. Shit, I can't even begin to explain how without coming across as an autist, but I assure you it is far beyond a basic "ooo cute anime girl makes me laugh and I get happy". Point is, she really fucking impacted me. With the fire she's sparked within me I've become a happier, more resilient, more empathetic person. The kind of person the old me would've scoffed at and waved away without a second thought. She improved my life massively, I'd even say she fucking saved me, and I adore her for it. I will never ever fucking forget her or ever try to push her memory away. Not after how much she's done for me. I will love her, forever and always.
Loss doesn't mean shit. People live on in spirit. Not as a sentient continuation of their former selves hovering about as a little spooky ghost, but as a thought. A thought in the minds of those that loved them, and that thought can affect much more than you'd think.
