_{It seems like years have passed. She hasn't changed, hasn't moved past December. Her mind replays the day it went dark everytime she closes her eyes. The world moved on, forgetting about the man that meant so little and still so much.}

They moved into his house, and even though it's hers now, she can't accept that he won't walk through the door. 'Any minute now' she thinks, far too often and with too much conviction. Stark reminders of the life he left found everywhere she turns.

Dreams that can only be called nightmares, but without the fear. Somehow waking up and realizing it was just a dream is so much worse now.

She's angry, hateful of the god that took him away from her. Hating herself for being angry at him for so long. Hating that she can't be sure that at the end when she told him she was sorry, and begged him to stay, and told him how much she loved him, that he even heard her.

The shaking starts, and the day plays over.

She's stuck on loop.