It's been so long since he had felt your warmth, your touch. As time passes, the memories fade. Each day, each breath, the pain weighs heavier on his chest. Without you, He is but a husk. No longer human, merely a hollow shell. You were his light, now he wanders in the endless abyss. It is not a fear of death that haunts him, but a fear of life without you. Time moves forward, but without you, he cannot move with it.

His thumb hovered the call button on his phone, Slug was the contact name.