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Wilson never thought he’d have to miss her like this. Fear of separation never kept him from falling in love. It will from now on.
Amber had been ripped from his life, from their lives, by Wilson’s own hands. Wilson’s heart had died with her.
He runs through stages of grief automatically. Haunted. No amount of counseling helps. A hole remains where his heart had been.
At night, when the shadows fill his room and mind, he whispers her name like a prayer. He pretends to feel her presence, and it hurts, knowing he must let go.
He will.
Eventually.