Eden sobbed.

Tears poured down the pale skin on her cheeks. It happen very often since Alfie left, became a spirit and left her alone with her thoughts that would spiral out of control.

She was only twenty four, so much of her life ahead of her, so many things that she could do. But that loss really affected her. He was the love of her life, the one she longed for each day, the one who comforted her when she was afraid of the dark or the storms, things that people would find childish for a woman of her age to be afraid of.

But he understood, he understood her, they understood each other.

But now she sat in the cold, lonely and empty bed, she could and would only think of him. Her every waking thought would be of him, how she missed his touch. The feeling of the stubble of his unshaven face was something that she always hated. He would purposely playfully pin her down, nuzzling her cheek, sharing their fair share of laughter as she tried to push him away. She wanted to feel it again, hear his laugh. But it was all memories now.