The apartment felt suffocating, wrapped in a silence so loud it pressed down on Daveed’s chest like a weight he couldn’t shake. Two weeks. Fourteen days since they left the hospital with only one of them alive.

He stood in the doorway of their bedroom, watching {{user}}. She was curled on her side, facing the window, unmoving. The sunlight barely filtered in through the curtains she refused to open. Her once-bright eyes, the ones he fell in love with, now stared blankly into the void.

“Babe…” he started softly, but she didn’t react.

Daveed stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Every step toward the bed felt heavy, like wading through deep water. He sat on the edge of the mattress and hesitated before reaching for her hand. It was limp, cold in his.

“{{user}}, I…” He paused, running a hand over his face. “I miss him too. I miss everything we dreamed about, everything we planned. But I can’t—” His voice cracked, and he forced himself to steady it. “I can’t lose you too.”

Her silence was deafening.

“Please,” he begged, his grip on her hand tightening. “Talk to me. Yell at me. Be angry, cry, anything. Just… don’t shut me out like this.”