Just like you... beautiful

When I finally reached my apartment, I collapsed onto the couch, exhausted both physically and emotionally. The silence was deafening, the emptiness overwhelming. I buried my face in my hands, the tears starting anew. I felt like I was drowning, each breath a struggle against the crushing weight of my grief.

I thought about calling someone, reaching out for support, but the idea felt hollow. No one could understand the depth of my pain, the void Karim's absence had left. I was alone in this, and the loneliness was suffocating.

I was staring at the ceiling in the dead of night, the silence of my apartment pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.

My mind raced with thoughts of Karim.

I wondered what he was doing right now.

Had he reached home safely?

Had he eaten dinner?

Was he alright?