28.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't move.

I didn't eat.

I didn't sleep.

I was paralyzed with pain and sadness.

All I wanted was to join my loved ones in death and whatever came after.

I sat down in a chair and stared out of the window.

Day by day.

Sometimes I napped. Then I woke up, imagining Edward's kisses and Emma's giggles.

Then reality had hit.

People were worried about me.

They told me to move on.

Months after, I was still the same.

I got hospitalized, where they nursed me back to health, physically anyway.

Once I got released from there, they tried to make sure I saw a shrink every week.

I didn't go.

There was nothing to talk about.

Nothing mattered.