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ad the impression that I was a prisoner in my own home at this point. But

to linger in me always. I would miss him, but for the time being I just had to accept that he was gon

gh that I loved him. I felt the weight of the situation in each o

p that large house we intended to move into, but most importantly, he should

lifeless body beneath the ground. My complete trust was in God and Hi

My social life came to an end, and I started a lonely existence. I had chosen myself and would live

d to appear, tears did. I was overwhelmed with weeping when the agony finally struck me. Where are you? Why won't you r

shining on the deep blue sky, and the birds were still singing in bursts of wond

of reality, and numerous flashbacks overwhelmed all of my lifeless senses. I recalled all the times he smiled, which was an accurate depiction of j

anse which was too incomprehensible to me. I felt as though I was dead inside, withering away like a flower deprived of both light

ver. I was confused because I had lost a significant part of myself and was unabl

wanted to escape from. I felt like a ghost in a world of ra

through this experience without feeling anything; then, out of nowhere, I wou

thing to soothe my empty spirit, which retreated into the shadows far from other people

g, I made the decision to p

you alright? Why don't

ns at once. I only needed Emily to confirm that

My home turned into a jail, a place of solace for my suffering, and an altar. I hurried to every window in the house and pulled the dr

and anxiety. I didn't want company; the best remedy right now was solitude. In reality, my tears were what kept my

ightly ruffled hair that was still put back into a loose ponytail and my mascara that had already dried and left tiny black traces along my eyes. In an effort t

y chin and disappeared down my cheek like tiny crystal orbs, I felt their wa

hands tightly around my waist. Because I was so clos

moments, he had been more real than every breath I was taking because I had connected with a side of him that nobody el

agonizing absence, my world became far darker than it had ever been. The thing that pained me the most was losing my baby, who I had believed would be th

ned away from the anguish and followed Marco. My husband wa