It was like an endless night had been cast over the dreary ruins of what used to be home, now it was just a house, just a place to lay your head and wait for the sadness to consume your aching body. the immobility since the loss of your light, your reason, your world, your Emily had taken over your body to the point you felt like the skin on your thigh had begin to rot and the rigor mortis begin to take over every atom in your body. your reason was gone and it left an inconsolable Emily shaped hole within your soul, something that could never be fixed.

it had been three days since her funeral, the moment the gravity of the situation had hit you properly, as you stared down at her gently lowering casket you had realised that was it. the love of your life was gone and there was nothing left to be done. before it had all felt so surreal like she was just away on an extra long case, all the condolences and trays of food given to you had built up like water to the dam of your mind, and as your fingertips traces the top of her headstone it broke. you had been inconsolable ever since. and how could you not be? It had been her apartment first, an everything reminded you of her, from her messy clothes bundled up on the floor by your bed, to the colour she had spent hours picking to paint the walls everything was like another bullet in your skin, an increase to the ache that found home in your heart.

as you dragged yourself out of bed your bones seemed to crack with every movement as your face stuck still with the dried evidence of your unrelenting grief. the sound of your padding footsteps echo through the skeletal shell of your home it was as if the flesh of joy had been ripped off of its weary bones, the emptiness follows you through the silent halls and all the way to the kitchen.

thats when you see it...