113 The World Without Him

The weather seemed particularly dreary outside when he'd stepped out to open up the shop. Dark, moody clouds ominously blanketed the skies above the little town of Cem-Elle.

More rain? It's really not letting up this week, huh. Just my luck…

It'd only be a matter of time before it would start raining, so he picked up his pace hurriedly started working. He grabbed his trusty broom and started sweeping, collecting every fallen leaf, twig, and petal he could find in front of the shop.

After he finished sweeping, he walked over to the floating chalkboard that was beside the shop's entrance and wiped it clean. He pulled out a small piece of chalk and rubbed his chin in contemplation.

What were we making this week? Shit. I already forgot. Something with chocolate, right? Or was it something else? I can't remember anymore…

He eventually gave up and popped his head back into the shop in resignation.

"Hey, babe! What are th—"