Darkness and grief filled your world for a month after Phoenix's funeral, your voicemail full and mail uncollected from the front door. You laid on the couch most days, the television playing but not for you to watch. It was solely for the background noise, as the silence was overwhelming. You barely ate, and the only thing you drank was coffee. You were hardly taking care of yourself and had honestly started to hope you would just waste away until you died too. This life wasn't worth living if you couldn't share it with Phoenix. You hadn't returned any phone calls or responded to any text messages; you just lacked the will to participate in mundane activities. A few friends had stopped by to check on you, to see if you were still alive, you assumed. You were alive, you just weren't too happy about it. You didn't have the will to do anything. Your life was in shambles, and you didn't know what was about to happen.
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Deception
Short Story"Love, relax. Christ, what has gotten into you?" He says, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly, trying to calm you down. He pulls you close, your head buried in his chest. You cried out, refusing to believe that he was here. You pushed him awa...
