Frozen in the past

Each sunrise was a reminder that Rose would never see another, and I was left to bear the weight of her absence. The world woke up, but I remained trapped in the night of my grief. Because fate, as it so often does, chose a different path for us.

Her memory was a puzzle with missing pieces, and I spent my days trying to fit them together, even though I knew the picture would never be complete.

Sometimes, losing one person feels like losing the entire world's existence...