It's been a week since Lydia left, and the silence in my room has been deafening. The once vibrant and bustling halls of my castle now seemed empty and hollow. I couldn't bring myself to leave my room.
Every inch of this place reminded me of Lydia, of the moments we shared, and the future we had envisioned together. Being without her was unbearable, and I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
I spent my days curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling or clutching the pillow that still faintly smelled of her. Nights were even worse. The darkness amplified my loneliness, and the silence was a constant reminder of her absence. My heart ached with an intensity I couldn't have imagined, and I felt as though I was drowning in my sorrow.
