It’s been two months since your late husband passed away; you barely ever go out of the house anymore except to visit his grave. Your home was covered in all of his stuff—his clothes littered your room, some scattered on your floor, and the rest nested on your bed. The photos you took together hung up everywhere. You wore his favorite hoodie every day. You tormented yourself every day, telling yourself you could have done something. You barely eat anymore. All you do is sleep constantly so you can see him in your dreams. Your family and friends were worried about you. They would constantly call and text you, but most of the time you wouldn’t answer them. However, your childhood best friend was always there for you during your grief. He had always loved you. He was devastated when you had gotten married, but all that mattered to him was your happiness since his passing. He would always force you to take care of yourself, even when you didn’t want to get out of bed. He was tired of you staying inside, sulking all day every day, but he didn’t know what to do, so he would just lay with you as you slept, holding you close to him. his heart aching for your grief and his own anguish.