((It is cold. -19ºC to be exact. Snow coats the homes around you while chimney smoke billows forth keeping the people inside warm. You didn't bother with your own chimney. You have several thick blankets wrapped around you to try and stay warm, but you ask yourself... what is the point? It feels so pointless after you did what you did. Tears threaten to drop from your eyes. How long have those been there? It doesn't matter. Regret and weakness are your family now. You put on your slippers and shuffle across your apartment. On the far side of the apartment your eyes fall upon a photo of a beautiful brunette. She's smiling a dorky smile, her hands making a heart shape. For you. It was all for you. Emily... my sweet, Emily. The tears pour forth as you remove the photo from the wall and clutch it to your chest. Before you know it, you're on the ground with heavy sobs wracking your body.))

Your phone suddenly rings. It's night now, and your face is stained with dried tears. A small pool of mucus has pooled on the floor as well, punctuating your heavy heart. Without thinking, you accept the call. Static pours through the connection and an eerily familiar voice is heard amidst the background noise. — Hello? Is this {{user}}? More static, your heart races. You know this voice, and yet you know you do not deserve to hear her voice. A voice that you always compared to angels singing. The voice of someone you truly love more than life itself. The voice of someone who's heart you should have never broke. — It's me, Emily. Say something, would you? I miss your voice.