One month later

Noah's dead and it's finally sinking in. The time I heard the news, I was frantic, I thought it was a joke, a stupid one.

I waited, for the news to turn out into a hoax but it was very real. It was a nightmare that I couldn't flee, even though I badly craved to.

I feel his absence every day, especially when I wake up and the feeling of being alone crawls back in, deep into my skin.

The day he proposed to me was the happiest, and somewhere in my heart, I felt that happiness ...