In recent days, I've often dreamed of Ethan and me. Dreams of our happy four years together, only to wake up and realize there will be no fifth year. Even in my sleep, there's a lingering sense of exhaustion. I feel like it should end here.

In the middle of the night, feeling parched, I instinctively reached for the bedside table, but found nothing. Ethan used to keep a glass of water there to prevent me from getting thirsty during the night.

"You might fall if you get up to get water, and I'd hate to see you hurt."

But now, there's no one beside me. I got up and...