Tears fall until I’ve got nothing left. Until my skull aches and my throat’s raw. This house, it was never just a house. It was our home. Because he was here. He was my constant. My compass. My everything. And now it’s just walls and silence. All I have left are the memories. And a garage with the cars we spent our lives fixing together. Maybe that’s where I’ll find him again. Maybe that’s where I’ll start to heal. Maybe that’s where I’ll find a little piece of happy. For both of us.
