My fingers grazed over the cold silver locket sitting on my neck. I've never taken it off, I didn't think I'd ever do. Because I felt that if I did, my last memory of him would dissapear. I scanned the empty room, checking for any left behind items. Nothing. A shaky breath left my lips as I looked at how smaller and colder the room looked.

"Let's go," mom said, quiet as ever. I didn't want to go. I didn't like this, I didn't like anything happening right now.

"I miss him," I muttered under my breath. My eyes started tearing up, and in a matter of seconds I could only see a blurry image of the room. Tears fell down my cheeks.

"I miss him too, Stasiah. But you can't stay like this," she comforted me. I understood. I walked around the room, my fingers brushing the dusty wallpaper one last time. Tears streamed uncontrollably from my eyes. I couldn't believe he was gone. I couldn't believe my brother was gone. I felt like a book written with a million typos. I felt like an inflatable pool with one giant hole. I felt incomplete. I tried to stay a little bit happy. Yeah, I was moving to a nicer house! I forced a happy mindset. Nope. I just broke down again. I gathered my stuff and forced myself out of that room. Before I fully left, I took one last look back. The lights were off, but I swear I saw something in the shadows. An angel, maybe, smiling. My lips cracked into a smile and I gently pulled the door shut.