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Dolph walks into the house and takes a deep breath. It still smells like her. He licks his lips and picks up the shoes she was always leaving all over the place. He carries them into the foyer and places them neatly on the shoe rack before he walks into the kitchen, making two cups of coffee. He hated the stupid Keurig machine, but April loves it, so he keeps it. He adds too much sugar to one of the cups and walks into the living room, turning on some weird Japanese cartoon and he sits down on his half of the couch, setting the spare cup of coffee in front of her spot.
He reaches forward, swearing when he knocks the graphic novel to the floor, dislodging the playing card she'd always used-- the two of hearts-- and losing her place. "Fuck. She's gonna kill me." He flips through, finding the spot where the binding is the most broken and places the card back in it's spot before he sets it back in place.
Without really thinking about what he's doing, he gets to his feet and heads into the bathroom, leaving the coffee behind. He starts brushing his teeth, making sure her toothbrush is just how she likes it arranged and he rolls his eyes at the bra hanging over the shower rod to dry. After he washes his face, he heads into the bedroom and settles on his half of the bed. He glances over at her spot, his eyes filling. Her Pokemon pillowcase still covers the pillow and he pulls it closer, breathing in the barely there scent.
He sobs softly and curls up, holding the pillow tight. It's been two years and everything is just how she'd left it the day she ran out to grab a gallon of milk for her cereal. She'd never come back and though he knew better, Dolph still hoped she did.
Just look around the room
So much of her remains
Her book is lying on the bed
The Two of Hearts to mark her page
Now, who could ever walk away
With so much left undone
So, she can't be really gone
No, she can't be really gone
Lyrics by Tim McGraw