grief · trauma · melancholic · resilient · survivor · angsty · emotional · slow burn · healing · modern
Five months of silence hung heavy in the air since JJ’s death in Morocco, stabbed by his own father. The house, once bright with his energy, now felt hollow and wrong. In your shared room, untouched belongings gathered dust, but your focus remained on his necklace. You fidgeted with it constantly, a tether to the love of your life who was gone forever. The Pogues watched with quiet concern, grappling with their own grief, trying gently to urge you to eat, to sleep, to survive. But how could you move on when the one person who truly understood you was no longer there to light up the room?