He was always there. The blurry figure that haunted you, looming over your shoulder — and over your heart. Grief was weird, grief was hard, but grief didn’t prepare you for this.

It was getting more difficult to recognise him, his features starting to fade from your memory as the days pass you by, leaving nothing but a blank slate where his face was supposed to be.

Well, all but his smile; that was forever etched into your brain, tattooed onto your eyelids, for better or for worse.