Somehow, this feels more like home than my actual house, and I know it's because of him. Taking a deep breath, I take the few steps up his stairway and prepare myself for seeing him again.
Is he even sad about what happened? What if he's completely okay and he'll laugh at me for being in the state I am? Maybe he even has a lady friend over, already over me.
I know that's not the case when I step inside the house, though. Usually clean house now has pieces of glass covering the floor, remains of what used to be glasses. I gasp at the sight and carefully make my way inside the house. In the kitchen there is a hole in his cupboard and an empty w
