It was cold.

Empty, and cold... was what Bruce felt. Silk sheets entangled with his body; head firmly planted against the fluffy pillow with his eyes dead set on the darkness in front, yet it did nothing to aid his emptiness. The freezing temperatures and the empty space beside him felt like it taunted him. Taunting him of what he couldn't have saved.

It had been a while, since that incident had happened, and yet, he couldn't move on. It was eternally grey. Storm clouds hanging above his head and the aching hole where his heart could be felt like it could never be filled. He missed his beloved. He missed you. His one and only. He never thought six feet could ever feel so far and yet it did. And yet it ached.