He's gone.
He's gone and he's not coming back.
Time spent without him feels like ice in her heart.
The days become a blur. People fade away.
She can't sleep. She can't eat. She can't breathe.
He was her air supply. Her anchor.
Now she's left floating out into oblivion.
It doesn't even hurt anymore. Because she can't feel anything.
She used to feel him. He was everywhere.
In her mind. In her heart. In everything.
But the ice didn't melt, it shattered.
And the blurs never became clear again.
And even if there was a way for him to make it back to her, for the universe to right this terrible wrong, it wouldn't matter.
She's gone.
She's gone and she's not coming back.