Well, It's a time of grief in my life right now, so... yeah. I'm not great at expressing myself so enjoy the one short...
The bedroom smells like her.
Please, comeback.
You hold her cloak tight in your arms, enjoying the smell of roses. Trying your best to not wake up the kids with your crying.
I can't do this alone. Comeback. Please
She's not coming back, you won't hear her voice anymore, you won't hear her laugh. You're on your own now. You and the kids. It's over.
Don't leave me.
I don't want to be alone again.