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AlmaI can still feel his kiss. I hold my fingers against my lips, willing the sensation of his mouth on mine to vanish. It’s too much.
Leo was my first—everything. He’s the only man to ever touch me, to kiss me.
Until now.
I can never again say he’s my one and only, and that reality hurts. Heartache pours from me as wet tears course down my face.
I lie in my giant bed. I’ve rarely slept here since Leo’s death. It’s too hard. The bed feels empty without him beside me. The vast, hollow space threatens to pull me down into an abyss of solitude that I’ll never escape. Leo stares at me from the bedside table. The two of us smiling on our wedding day. Within the walls of the frame, we’re safe, happy, and have our whole lives before us. At that moment in time, I could’ve never imagined th
