Empty house

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I opened the door to Tadhg's nursery, the sound echoing through the silent house. As I pushed the door open, the emptiness hit me like a wave. The familiar creak of the floorboards under my feet, the faint scent of Madeleine's favorite perfume, and the sight of Tadhg's baby clothes in the closet so neatly – it all felt like a cruel reminder of everything I had lost.

I closed the door behind me, the click of the latch seeming louder than usual in the quiet. I stood in the middle of the room for a moment, unsure of where to go or what to do. The house, once filled with laughter and love, now felt like a hollow shell. I could almost hear Madeleine's voice calling out to him.

A lump formed in my throat, I sank onto the floor, feeling the weight of my grief pressing down on him. The silence was deafening, the emptiness overwhelming. I buried my face in my hands, the tears finally spilling over. I had held it together through the funeral, trying to be strong for everyone else, but now, in the solitude of my home, I let myself break.

"Why did you have to leave me?" I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "How am I supposed to go on without you?"

The house offered no answers, only the cold comfort of its walls. I sat there for what felt like hours, lost in my sorrow.

I owed a debt; and I paid in full.

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