Isaac Hempstead Wright Book 1

echo

I sat in my quiet flat, the sounds all heightened in my empty state, The clicking of the clock on the mantle, The drip of the leaky tap on the kitchen sink, the hum of the electronics on stand by, the sound of the wind whistling through the tree in the garden, the pattering of the rain on the window and the roof, the slight purr of my cat Milo asleep in his fluffy little bed.

the house seems so empty and so quiet without him around, I missed his sweet voice and his cuddles and kisses no matter what I did I couldn't escape memories of him,

I couldn't make coffee without feeling his arms around me tightly the way he always did,

I couldn't do my hair in the mirror without almost seeing him behind me hearing his voice saying he loved me the way he always did,

I couldn't lay in bed without his sweet humming and him playing with my hair the way he always used to when we were in bed,

I wanted him here with me. More than anything in the world the whole house an echo of his memories, the echo of his voice, the echo of his hands, the echo of his everything.

I laid in my bed and tried to get some rest

"get some sleep, my love, I'm still here, I'll always be here y/n" His voice echoed "I'll always be here to love you and take care of you, even if you can't see me"

"You're dead Isaac" I sighed

"I know, but I still love you, and ill still take care of you my little flower" he smiled giving me a kiss I kissed back but I opened my eyes and nothing but darkness.