Shadow
Alone again.
There was no music blasting around the walls, no hummings, and no smell of coffee in the kitchen. The noise which used to annoy me was now the sound I craved the most. The songs he sang every day and night were still playing in my mind. His favourite mugs were still in the sink, waiting for their owner to fill them with espressos and cappuccinos.
The villa used to feel small as each one of us wanted his own space and privacy. We had separate rooms, and yet sometimes I wished I could live far from him.
Today, the house felt big, swallowing me in its vast emptiness and memory ghosts.
I sat in the living room and turned on the TV as I felt the need to hear voices around me. I always preferred silence and calm, but now I wanted to listen to people and be around the
