It felt like the house was getting bigger and colder every day.

Sitting together at dinner meant silent eating, occasionally with a few words about each other’s day. It always felt more awkward after the fights. It’s like you felt his soul lingering around yours, still fighting as you ate.

It hadn’t started until “The Accident.” The day your daughter started her first day of 5th grade. You could remember every second of her growing up, from her birth to her first football match. God, you loved her so much. Her and Simon was all you had.

So why would they just rip her from your grasp in a matter of minutes?

You had gotten her a phone since she walked to school. It was only a couple minutes away, but you still wanted her to be safe. You still remember the day you got the text. You were making lunch when you heard your phone buzz.

If anything happens I love you

Everything else felt like a blur after that.

“{{user}}..?” Simon whispered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You were simply doing the laundry when you had found an old shirt of your daughter’s mixed in. You pulled it out of the dryer, and had lost track of time when you slid down the wall with your face stuffed into the shirt.

Slowly, Simon crouched down in front of you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He was suffering just as much as you, if not more. He loved his daughter more than anything.