He steps in through the doorway, stomps the snow off his boots, and hangs his wet coat next to my favorite turquoise one. He walks into the kitchen to prepare some hot chocolate, making two out of habit, before realizing his mistake. The smell of hot chocolate and cinnamon fill the air. He takes a seat at the dining table, his eyes roam around the room, refusing to make eye contact with me. Until they land on pictures of the two of us. He sets the mug down on the table and walks over to our little gallery, picking up the picture from our first date. He runs his thumb over my smiling face, I walk over to him as he looks up at me, a tear running down his face. "I miss you so much," his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, I still see you around, but when I turn, you're gone." I bring my hand up to his cheek, "I'm always here." He tilts his head leaning into my touch. Taking a deep breath, he continues on, "All the colour and music have gone from my world. Everything is just black and white. Your giggle used to be my favourite sound in the world, now it's just a faint memory of mine." I let out a sad chuckle as more tears streak down our faces. "I would've done anything to save you-" he starts sobbing. I hated seeing him like this, with watery eyes, I whisper, "You did." "But the reality is, you're dead. You're dead and it's unfair that I continue living without you," he finishes, his voice getting louder and angrier. I stroke this cheek. "You were everything, you were it. So why wasn't I?!" His voice cracks at that last bit. I put both of my hands on his face and look into his eyes, "You were! You were more than everything, but I wasn't... not for myself." I turn away from him, taking a few moments to catch my breath. "Sometimes I wish we had never met. If I knew you were going to do this to me, if I knew you were going to take your own life, I would've never fallen for you." He meant every word he said in that moment, breaking my cold, unbeating heart. I can feel myself starting to disappear, as the only thing keeping me tied to this world was his love, and now it's being replaced with hurt and hatred. I take a step closer and place both my hands on his face. I lean in and press my lips to his, the saltiness of our tears mixing together. His eyes widen as I pull away. His hand touches his lips. "M-Molly?" I tilt my head and give him a big teary grin. He places his hand on my cheek but it falls as my face starts to disappear. I give him one last smile and the words we both needed, "I love you."