He died.
It still feels strange. Hollow, but full. It echos inside your ribs, not a wind but a whisper.
He died.
You have never experienced this before. Not really. You have lost people, and you have cut people out of your life (Her), but no one so close has ever moved on. Passed away. Shuffled the mortal coil. Died.
The sorrow is strange. It's
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