Your heart was shattered. Ever since Remy’s death, everything was hard for you. Getting out of bed, eating, drinking, sleeping, ect. The others understood and they all missed him as well. They had been trying to help you do all the things you struggled to do now, and it was helping a bit. Every night you would lay in bed and hold his urn close to feel like you were cuddling and holding him. This night was different. It felt like someone was holding you, spooning you with their hair buried in your hair. You just thought you were crazy though.