Jaewook.
Dead.
The two words that she would never have hoped to be strung together in the same sentence now rang clear in her head, torturing her with the harsh reality that she would have to live with.
A silent sob wrecked through the girl curled up on the couch in the living room, eyes already red and puffy from having shed tears before. Her hand moved to cover her mouth, eyes falling shut as a shaky breath left her lips. The water that streaked her skin seemed never ending and she remained in the dimly lit room, unmoving.
It had been days already since the news had been broken to her, and since then it was as if her life had become a broken record, each day similar to the last. Every morning Sohee couldn’t even bear to move herself from the couch, having fallen asleep there practically every night since she couldn’t bring herself to lie on the bed. It didn’t feel the same without him there. In fact, nothing was ever the same without him.
Shadow moved to rest against the couch on the floor before her, the puppy also feeling the gravity of their loss. The girl let her hand fall off the edge to lightly run through his fur. Even if there was no one in that moment who could comfort her, she could at least offer some to the small puppy. As she laid there, her tired hues scanned the room, vision blurring almost instantaneously as every little thing around made her remember him. Everything had a memory attached, whether they were mundane or special; each object had reminded her of him and it was painful.
For what seemed like hours, the girl remained there and dark thoughts pooled into her mind. He wasn’t the one that was supposed to pass. She was the one with a ticking clock within her and it was because of him that she took a chance on forever, but before she could even take a step down the path, he was gone.
Tears streamed down her skin silently and she shut her eyes, practically imagining how he would be if he saw her like this. And as much as she could relish at the scene her mind would play out, when she opened her eyes he wouldn’t be there holding and comforting her, instead an empty void would greet her. Shifting slightly, the girl bit down on her bottom lip to get a hold of her emotions, a weak laugh escaping as she recalled a past memory with the action. She soon found herself laughing softly at the little things they had done together and their happy memories. But that feeling didn’t last very long as the sadness began to creep back in, throwing her into the loop her days had become.
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
