The hours merged into days and the days into weeks. The tears never stopped falling, and the pain I felt in my heart was too much to bear. I hardly moved from my bed. I was never alone, though someone was always there watching me, waiting for me to completely lose it.
I begged in my mind to the gods and goddesses to let me see him like I had spike but they never answered my prayers. The night before the funeral, the tears just stopped everything. I felt the pain, the sorrow, and the unbearable feeling of being alone just left me being replaced by an emptiness that could never be filled.
Jack drove me to the cemetery. No one in the car said a word. I caught glimpses of concerned glances cast my way, but I couldn’t respond. My heart was an open wound, too raw to be touched, too deep to b
