It was a weird feeling, you being around. You were so much like her. Being near you all the time made me feel almost as though she were back. Same creativity, same moral compass.

Sometimes it hurt to watch, sometimes all I want is to be near you. I can’t help it, though I still stay reluctant and distant to everything you do.

I begrudgingly make my way through the hall and find your bedroom, gently knocking on the door as I wait outside with a frustrated look on my face. I can’t believe I’m about to ask this.