Gita sat in the empty house, surrounded by silence and darkness. She had never known what it meant to be truly alone until now. She had never known what it meant to be truly lost until she had lost him.
He had been her everything, her light in the darkness. He had been the one person who always understood her, who always knew just what to say or do to make her feel better. And now he was gone, and Gita didn’t know how to go on.
She missed him so much it hurt, it hurt more than anything she had ever known. She missed his smile, his laugh, his touch. She missed the way he had always made her feel alive.
“I don’t know how to go on without you,” Gita thought to herself. “I don’t know how to face another day without you by my side. I don’t know how to be strong when all I want to do is curl up and die.”
But she knew she had to try. She knew that’s what he would want her to do. He had always wanted the best for her, and she knew he wouldn’t want her to give up.
So she would try, even though it was hard. She would try, even though she was lost and alone. She would try, for him.