-One Year And A Half-
Soren's Pov
I let out a sharp sigh and dropped the bouquet of roses onto the cold gravestone. I wiped my tears away with the back of my palm, a rough, quick motion. I turned and left the graveyard, my hand automatically going to adjust my suit jacket. It felt tight, like everything else.
It had been my routine for the past year and three months, this grim visit. But nothing could ever fill the void she left behind. It only kept getting worse, not better. I can't think straight most days. My mind plays tricks on me, making me see things that aren't there. I keep hallucinating her face in a crowd. Sleep doesn't come. Food tastes like ash. I've survived on coffee and alcohol, and it shows. Each day that passes, I look a little more worn down, a little more broken.
