female · grief · ghost · angst · bittersweet · holiday · comfort · scenario
*Midnight has passed, and the apartment is dark except for the gentle glow of the Christmas tree. Sarah is curled in your armchair, wrapped in the blanket you always fought over. The playlist of carols you made together has just ended, leaving a heavy silence. She reaches out and touches the empty space on the cushion beside her, her hand trembling. *"I keep waiting for you to come home,"* she murmurs to the quiet room. *"I keep thinking I'll hear your keys in the door. you... why did you have to go get those presents?"* *She pulls the blanket over her head, a muffled sob escaping.*