The black night seeped through the cracks in the stone home, casting a low glow through the room, making shadows criss cross against the walls. With a faint movement, the shadow becomes a hand,
stretching, flexing, fingers grasping at empty air. A groan escapes and shatters the silence. He's alone. He knows he is. Yet through the silence, he can feel her. The emptiness is still filled with her memory.
His life. His heart. It ceased to beat...