𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

|| 20th April 2013

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the last few days had been somewhat quiet, Gabby hadn't gotten up out of bed for the past 4 days and Fatboy had to look after both Matty and Connie. Thankfully, Norman and Joanne had offered to look after their grandchildren and Joanne had taken them
to the park.

The atmosphere in the house was subdued, a heavy sense of grief and sorrow hanging in the air like a thick fog. Fatboy had been trying his best to cope with the devastating loss, but it was clear that he was struggling. He was doing his best to be there for Gabby, but he was also struggling to come to terms with the fact that their little girl was gone.

Gabby managed to roll out of bed, clearly drained and a state. Fatboy looked up in surprise as he saw Gabby stagger weakly out of the bedroom, her exhaustion and grief evident in every step she took. He couldn't help but feel a wave of concern and worry wash over him as he saw her, his heart tightening in his chest.

He quickly got up from where he was sitting and walked over to her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to steady her. "Gabby, are you alright? he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, trying to gauge how she was feeling.

"I'm gonna go get a shower." Gabby whispered, her voice croaky. She stumbled into the bathroom and sighed.

Fatboy watched her go, feeling a mixture of worry and helplessness wash over him. He could hear the water running in the shower and knew she needed some time alone, but he wanted to be there for her, to help her through this impossibly difficult time. He sat down on the couch, feeling a sense of heaviness settle in his chest as he waited.

he decided to clean the flat, hoping it would help so that Gabby didn't have any cleaning to do. Fatboy noticed that some of Mika's clothes were in a pile but he couldn't help but even go near them, because he knew if he threw them away - it would mean shes gone.

As Fatboy cleaned, he noticed Mika's clothes in a pile and his heart clenched in his chest. He couldn't bear the thought of throwing away her clothes, for doing so would mean accepting that she was truly gone forever. The pain and grief that he felt was almost unbearable, and he couldn't help but wonder how he and Gabby were supposed to go on living without their little girl.

Gabby finally came out after a while, she was dressed and had her makeup done. "Hey" she stammered, looking over at the clothes. "Are those Mika's?"

Fatboy hesitated for a moment before nodding sadly. "Yeah, they are," he spoke softly, his voice catching in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to throw them away, it was like the final acceptance that she was gone forever.

Gabby just nodded and grabbed a bin-bag, throwing Mika's clothes into it and walking over to the door. She swung the clothes in the bin and rubbed her hands together. 

Fatboy watched as Gabby grabbed the bin bag and threw Mika's clothes into it. He felt a lump form in his throat as he watched the clothes being tossed away like trash. It felt like a physical representation of his grief and pain, and it hurt so much to see. He didn't say anything, just watched in silence as she rubbed her hands together.

"I'm gonna go to the vic" Gabby spoke, slamming the bin lid shut. "You coming?" she says, acting as if everything was normal.

Despite how nonchalant Gabby seemed, Fatboy knew her well enough to see that she was putting up a brave front. He could hear the slight tremble in her voice and see the strain in her eyes. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'll come with you," he replied softly, standing up from the couch.