Marco's POV
The house just felt wrong without her. Like something vital was being been ripped out and the walls were holding their breath, waiting for me to put it back.
But I could do anything. I was just standing by the window like a fool, in the middle of the room, waiting for a miracle that's never happening.
I was just left with just me and silence. Every damn room feels haunted. I walk into the bedroom, then out again. I drift into hers, where the sheets were still crumpled on one side. Smells faintly like her perfume, sweet and sharp, and my chest caves in like I can't breathe right. I touch the pillow she used, stupid habit, like maybe the warmth will still be there if I press hard enough. But it's gone. Cold.
I pace out. My steps drag across the hallway, through the living ro
