Sleepless Nights
Rest was elusive in those following nights. Each turn in bed only tangled me deeper in thoughts of regret.
I replayed our argument over and over, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when everything had gone so wrong.
The house, our haven, felt cold and foreign without Alex’s presence. It didn’t feel like home anymore.
Each night ended in tears and silent prayers for things to make sense somehow. I missed him more than words could convey.