Death falls into life like a stone in a pond, first splashing, panicking in the bushes, flapping wings and fleeing in all directions. Then, big circles on the water, bigger and bigger. Finally calm again, but not at all the same silence as before, a silence, how to say, deafening.

A few days later

You are no longer where you were, but you are everywhere I am.

I feel empty, I lost half of me, half of my life, even if there was everything between him and me he will remain my great love, my one and only.

It's horrible my days without turning gray without it being ugly, I...