Melancholic

RAFAEL

I was staring at nothing. It has been hours since I had last seen Ava. The apartel seemed empty without her in it.

I ran a hand through my hair, lightly banging my head back against the wall. I was sitting on the floor outside her room right beside the door. I was sitting in darkness and I had never felt so alone.

The ache inside my chest was too much. It reminded me of that day, the day I had learned of my mother's death. 

I will never forget that day nor will I ever forget the sharp pang I had felt inside me. My heart was shattered. I had lost the motivation to keep living. I had wished, at that time, to die too.

Taking a deep breath, I released it with a heavy grunt. The happenings from earlier were haunting me as it slowly played before my eyes.