Lost Without Her

The tears are running down his face before he can stop them.

She's gone. She's really gone.

He hangs his head and swallows hard, his vision blurring the scattered objects in front of him into unrecognisable shapes and colours.

He can feel a weight on his shoulders coaxing him down to the ground and before he can help it, he's falling to his knees and into a sitting position with his back up against the wall.

She's gone.

He's too numb to make sense of why exactly she left.

It really doesn't matter why she's gone. She's gone and nothing will change that.

All that matters is that he's lost without her.