Your bed is empty.
There's no one who comes home late anymore. No one to make those tiny noises in the kitchen as they made a small snack.
Now there's only the quiet after no one turns the TV or radio on.
The place is empty without you walking around in your underwear humming a song or running back and forth from room to room.
There's no you anymore to do any of those things.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe
Short StoryWhat if, she asked? What would have happened if she had only stayed?
