"Every step I take, every move I make, every single day…I'll be missing you"- Puff Daddy
The silence of the apartment was disrupted as the beeping of an alarm clock went off. John opened his eyes and slowly sat up and turned the alarm off. He took a deep breath and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead.
While he was getting dressed he looked at the picture he tapped to the corner of the mirror. As he stared at the picture of her smiling face, he resisted the urge to get back into bed and give up on life. It had been almost 7 months since she died. Somehow it felt like it was just yesterday that she was still alive and with him.
Every day he woke up and hoped that he was still dreaming. He felt like he was on autopilot most days. He would get up, go save strangers, eat, go to sleep and start the cycle all over again.
As every minute turned to hours and every hour turned to days, it didn't make him miss her any less. He couldn't even express in words what she was to him, but he knew that it was something irreplaceable. The world was cruel, for all the evil and terrible people who lived on this plant, life had to take her.
It was hard for him to keep saving people, but he had too. Not just for his own sanity but because he knew she wouldn't want him to give up. It was his memories of her that gave him the strength to keep going on with life. Every move he made was in her honor
He never considered himself religious but sometimes he felt like she was still watching over him. He wished that he had the power to turn back the hands of time but he couldn't and he'd come to accept that. He made her a promise that he would see her on the other side. So until that day came he would continue living on waiting for the day when he could see her face again.