He was her hero. Everything she had ever needed. The only one who understood.
It's been a year now and she's still bleeding, whilst everyone else just carries on. Barely seeming like they care.
She cried at his funeral. Even when she was told she couldn't. That hurt her too.
She wants nothing more but to join him, way up there in the clouds. But she knows he would tell her not to be so silly.
Until the time comes, she'll just pretend she's fine, even though she's not.
She cries at night, but smiles through the day. Pretending like everything's ok.
She knows one day she'll see him soon. And he will hold her again. Just like old times.