It kills a part of you, doesn't it? Moving on from what you fought so hard to be forever. Restless nights fighting with pointless hopes, ripping out your heart because it refuses to let go of what is already gone—hoping with every beat that the story isn't over and there is yet another chapter to get written. Kill the part of yourself that yearns for closure, execute the part that begs for them to stay, massacre the memories of them. Maybe you can kill the love that is gutting you.