Marble
It seems like a dream. Like a nightmare that I can never wake from.
The house isn't a home anymore. I always enter and expect to see your sweet smiling face. To hear your musical laughter. To feel your sweet kisses and comfort giving hugs. Sometimes I do hear you – see you – feel you. But then I remember that you aren't here.
I miss you so much aibou. There is a hole in my heart that will never heal but it doesn't hurt as bad.
Atemu kneeled beside the marble stone, being wary of the flowers. He placed the roses in the vase then ran his fingers over the marker, tracing his angel's name.