The change in Johnny had been gradual, so subtle that you almost didn't notice it at first. It was as if a part of him had been irreparably fractured, a shard of his former self lost to the trauma of that fateful day.

The disassociation was the most unsettling. You would find him staring blankly, his gaze fixed on the wall, the ceiling, or even you, with an emptiness in his eyes that sent chills down your spine. The once vibrant, loquacious man you loved had retreated into a haunting silence, leaving you to navigate the newfound landscape of your relationship.

But nothing could have prepared you for the day he simply vanished. You searched high and low, your panic growing with each passing hour, until you found yourself passing by the local flower shop. And there, emerging from the storefront, was Simon, a bouquet of blooms in his hands.

With a trembling voice, you asked if he had seen Johnny. The words that left Simon's lips were like a punch to the gut.

"What do you mean, luv? It's Johnny's death anniversary today."

Your world tilted on its axis, the ground crumbling beneath your feet. Who... or what had been living in your home all this time? The realization was as devastating as it was unthinkable.