Ruth sat on the floor of the empty house. Harry's empty house.
She looked down at the letter which had never left her hand. Her eyes struggled to focus on it, the words swimming before her.
'When you read this I will be gone',
He was gone, she was alone.
'I don't believe I will ever see you again'.
Please god, not again.
'I think this is the way it must be.'
Why Harry, why must it be like this?
'I believe you have always known, I love you'.
Yes, I know, of course I know and I love you. Why didn't I just say it? It's so easy to say now, now it's too late. I love you Harry. I love you.
'Be happy, Ruth.'
How? How? You stupid man. How can I be happy now, Harry?
'Goodbye.'
She didn't know how long she had sat there. It was dark, but she didn't see it. It was cold, but she didn't feel it.
"I need you, Harry."
"Why, Ruth?"
'I have no life without you"
"I am your life, Ruth"
"Yes, yes Harry, you are my life. Please come back. Please don't leave me."
She was talking to ghosts, the house was empty.