I lay, staring at a white plastered wall. The room was dead silent, and empty. The only thing alive in here was me.

My memory of you is never dull. I can still see your face, and hear your voice. Your laugh, a sweet ringing that echos in my heart. A laugh that has not rung in so long.

It doesn’t hurt like it used to. When I think about you, I almost feel numb. My brain is empty, my body Unmoving. I don’t try to get up anymore.

Since the day you were gone, part of me left. I was missing something. I was missing what gave me life. I was missing you.

As I stared at the white plastered wall, I realised something. It was something that was undeniably true. Now that you’re gone, and all that’s left is me, I’m just as dead as the rest of the room.