As you grieve over my recent death, your eyes look dark with black circles under your eyes.

You keep calling my name but only response was your voice echoing throughout the empty house.

Your eyes looked “dead” as you look into the mirror, you noticed that your appearance changed drastically after my death but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be in my arms again.

You wear my big black hoodie that has my scent and the one I only wear.