Normally after long weeks of working she’ll always say ‘its okay go and sleep, get some rest, you are tired’ - and she wouldn’t wake me up until I had enough sleep or when its time to eat
Cant explain the feeling of going home when the person I loved the most is gone. On the way back It felt empty, but I was in a rush- when I opened the door it was quiet, and then reality hit me in the face that she isn’t there anymore waiting for me