When I finally reached my apartment, I collapsed onto the couch, exhausted both physically and emotionally. The silence was deafening, the emptiness overwhelming. I buried my face in my hands, the tears starting anew. I felt like I was drowning, each breath a struggle against the crushing weight of my grief.
I thought about calling someone, reaching out for support, but the idea felt hollow. No one could understand the depth of my pain, the void Karim's absence had left. I was alone in this, and the loneliness was suffocating.
I was staring at the ceiling in the dead of night, the silence of my apartment pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.
My mind raced with thoughts of Karim.
I wondered what he was doing right now.
Had he reached home safely?
Had he eaten dinner?
Was he alright?
