Ghost of you // Calum Hood

Part 7 - coffee cup

I went home, pulled into our driveway. I couldnt stop crying. I unlocked front door and stepped in. It was empty, scary empty. I went to kitchen and saw all the mess I made there earlier. I fell on floor onto the crashed glass. Blood on my hands but I couldnt care less. I heard Duke coming down the stairs and coming closer but he laid under the table.
I started cleaning the mess but I couldnt stop thinking. Once it was clean a sat again, knees against my chest and tears running down my face. Everything was quiet.

Everything reminded me of her. Her shoes, mine empathy hoodie that she used to steal, our photos on the walls, a painting we made together on our 3 year anniversary, her favorite coffee cup with lipstick stain, that will fade with time...