He walked inside his house. He closed the door. He took his coat off and dropped it on the floor. He didn't bother hanging it up. There was no point.

He went to his office. He wanted to sit at his desk and think, make plans for the future. But he couldn't.

Right above the desk, hung a cork board. On said cork board, pictures. Their pictures.

Her pictures.

He once got her a polaroid and she's been addicted to it ever since, savouring every memorable moment of their lives.

His eyes wandered from one photo to another. Their entire journey to success was displayed just before his eyes.
He looked away. He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He went to the bedroom. It reminded him of her even more.

He peeked inside the wardrobe. All her clothes hung inside neatly. She was a very precise person, she always made sure that both her and his clothing was clean and ironed. He closed the wardrobe, not able to stand the sight in front of him.

He sat down on the bed. Not on his side though. On hers.

He looked at the night stand. The objects that stood on it made his chest sting.

There was a box of tissues. She always got very emotional while watching movies with him, so she always kept it close.

There was a book she borrowed from the library a few days ago. She didn't even get to finish it.

There was the ring. "I'll leave it here, I don't wanna lose it." she said before they went to the facility to celebrate it's 4th anniversary.

He lied down on the bed, burying his face in the pillows. They still smelled like her.

They whole house reminded him of her. Every object, every little detail had some sort of a connection to her.

They had plans. They were gonna have a future together. The wedding was barely two months away...

And with that in mind, a pathetic sob escaped his mouth. He cried like there was no tomorrow, choking on his own tears. Out of all the pain he's ever felt, this was the most hurtful one.

After all, he lost her. His only happiness...