It took months before I had the strength to go back into Xavier's room. It was still in the wreck I had left it in, no one was willing to go in and clean it up. Not until now at least. I could actually come in here now and smile instead of breaking down. It still hurt, I still felt his loss, but it was bearable. It didn't take me long to have all the glass, and broken furniture cleaned up. It really wasn't as bad as it looked, it was just the fact that it had shattered and splintered so completely that it spread out across the room.
Once everything was done though, and I had the bed made up with his bed clothes I sat back in his desk chair and just stared at the room around me. It was so empty without him, quiet. I could still hear his laugh bouncing off the walls, see his smile as we sa
