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.
