A quiet autumn afternoon with the company of loneliness, it was cold. Raindrops' racing each other on the window, the man standing in the kitchen is still alone. He made coffee enough to serve for two. No matter how much he wishes the one he is missing would come back, it seems like he's not coming back.
Every morning Kevin wakes up to harsh reality, it has become the most effective alarm for him. He lies awake expecting Edd would be there when he wakes up. Reality crushes his hopes every time, knowing he is probably never coming back does not make it hurt any less. He can't stop wondering if he made him stay, would it be any better now. Maybe, maybe not; nobody knows. Every meal he would create a fresh dish for his missing lover and eat the leftovers from the previous meal. Just in case one day Edd decides to come back he would feel welcomed. Dark clouds begin to gather and form in his chest.
I shouldn't have let him go.