The Ache of Regret

{Harper's POV}

He had been gone for several hours now and the apartment felt wrong without him in it. Too quiet. Too still.

Like something had been ripped out of the space and now the walls themselves were awkward about it.

I sat there on the couch for what felt like forever, staring at absolutely nothing while my chest kept aching in this stupid, heavy way I didn't know how to fix.

Madison still