There’s a feeling of immeasurable pain for the countless lost, the memories and dreams that no longer exist.
Loving remembrances of childhood homes, the nostalgia of little details like the color of the door, the flowers in the garden, the voices that lingered in the halls . . .
A cruel theft of life and recollection that all youth should have— to be able to look back fondly on their childhood and relive ephemeral innocence.