It's been six weeks. Six weeks since I last heard her voice. Six weeks since I last saw her smile. Six weeks since she left me. Six weeks since Miles died. Six weeks since my life has been hell.
I'd say, this past six weeks has taught me nothing. It taught me, without her, I'm nothing. Just a void.
I had never felt this useless in my life before. I had never felt this deep empty hole in my life before.
My life felt meaningless. Everything felt meaningless. I couldn't do anything right. I couldn't seem to find interest in anything.
Anywhere I went, she was there. Anything I ate, she was beside me. Anywhere I looked, she was there, smiling at me.
Is this truly how I was going to live the rest of my life? Without her?
I know I felt an empty space when Elsa died, but... This, this feeling is much worse. It's far much worse.
