Light streaks in through the open window, waking me

Light streaks in through the open window, waking me. What could we do today? "Ash?

No answer. "Ash wake up."

There still is no reply. I shake him lightly, fear grips me. He is cold, so cold. "Ash?!!" No breath escapes his lips,, I feel for a pulse, but there… is … none.

"ASH!!!!!???????" I wail. "Why did death have to claim you so soon?" Death is cruel. Mrs. Ketchum rushes him to the hospital with me in the car. Everything happens in a daze. Then… confirmation.. I shed no tears…. I only feel emptiness.. I lock myself in his room, where he was last alive. Why…. So soon?

A week goes by, they say I must eat… but why? I don't feel starved.. only empty… missing a part of me.. of my heart. I am not hungry as they say I must be…. Only empty.. missing. The funeral…. Only empty… missing. The graveyard… only empty… missing. He is laid into the ground… only now do I realize… it is all true.. empty… missing… crying… tears of frustration.. love… streak down. That my soul was dead.