I drank the scotch straight from the bottle, the house was empty just like my spirits.

I missed her.

I never thought I would admit it to myself but I missed her so much that it hurts my heart to be this far from her.

I spent most nights in her room because it smelled like her, the scent on my sheets have been washed off and I hated being there, not surrounded by her warmth.

I walked around the house with nothing to do, my life had become an empty shell. I didn't go to work anymore, all I needed was for her to come back to me.

I...