An Empty House
The house felt emptier without Alex’s presence, like silence had taken over every corner. I found myself looking at his empty chair at the dinner table, feeling a hole in my heart.
I tried to busy myself with chores, hoping it would distract me from the ache. But every quiet moment whispered reminders of our fight, making me question if our relationship could ever return to what it once was.
The emptiness was suffocating, and I felt lost.