Love can kill.

    She was gone. And with her every plan went. They had dreams about growing old together. They had hopes. It broke his heart, it made him cry. He never cries, everyone thought he had a heart of stone. The memories haunt him in his sleep. Every corner, every room, every place, every picture, every person had her voice, had her silhouette, her laugh, her smile, and her presence. She resembled a big part of who he is. Shes a big part of who he became and every step he's taking, every decision he's making. He still feels her between his arms. He still remembers their last fight, it was about how he wouldn't wear the shirt she got him last year to their anniversary dinner. He regrets it now. 'I should've worn it'. He got up, wore the shirt, and sprayed the perfume she got him. He got out her favorite dress and sprayed it with her perfume and hugged it just so he can sleep peacefully. He didn't. He closed his eyes imagining everything they would've done just so he can dream of her. But that just made him drift into a dark endless pit. She was the one. The one that got away. He woke up the next day dreading himself, cursing. A smile made its way on his face as he remembered him yelling at him 'this is only the beginning of the day stop cursing and say good morning for once' but then he remembers shes not here any longer and collapses on the floor like a little kid, lost, feeling like he's lost everything and he can never be found. She usually knew how to calm him down if he ever felt this bitterness but she wasn't around. He felt empty. He's a no one. He has no purpose. She was his purpose. He only rises up to fall down again without her. He felt like a cripple without his cane. He got up, he knew that was what she would've wanted him to do and made up his mind: he was gonna live today like any other day. He'll try at least. He took out his phone to look at the time. A picture of her laughing was his wallpaper, he loved that picture cause he was the one that made her laugh. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and went for a shower. It was the slowest day ever. It was the first without her. He only kept thinking about going home. Their home. He wanted to hug her dress, to inhale her smell, but he couldn't. He tried to distract himself with anything but the thought of her pulled him right back. It was as if she were living inside of him. He went out for a movie with his friends but they ended up watching her favorite movie as if the universe doesn't want him to forget. As soon as the movie ended he went back to their house. He took out her cup and closed his eyes as a flashback played in his mind. Sitting on the kitchen counter drinking her coffee reviewing her notes, she had this huge case that she had to close reciting every word making sure she hasn't forgot a thing. He broke it and took the pieces to the tub. He remembers their bubble baths together. He sits their, closes his eyes, and slits his wrists. Never had he ever thought that love would someday kill, but he couldn't see himself living another day without her.