She stared at Arthur’s the door, fist hovering just inches shy of it. She knew she couldn’t stand here like this forever, but part of her still cringed at the thought of seeing his place without him in it.
It had been a few weeks since Arthur had died. Long, lonely weeks that she had spent cooped up in her apartment. She’d never had to deal with someone close to her passing before, and honestly, she didn’t know how to.
After all, it wasn’t like she remembered Lewis’ death.
Thanks to the memory loss, her sorrow over his death had felt distant and false - nothing like the pain Arthur’s death had caused. True, her grief over Lewis’ death increased the more she learned about him, but the pain was usually bearable. She’d already accepted his death before she had time to grieve, while Arthur...
She hadn’t even had time to accept that he was dying while he was in the hospital.
Shaking her head in a feeble attempt to clear it, Vivi knocked. She needed closure. Maybe then she could finally start healing.