I wander through the house - sweat trickling down my spine and temples - drowning in the pain of his absence, his definite farewell.
I can barely function. The particles of air around me make my body hurt.
I should be in hospital, my heart on a tray, in pieces.
Instead, I go to bed early. I have to work tomorrow and smile.
No funeral for my Love.
No words.
No comfort.
Just pain.
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