Funeral I stare down into the all-consuming darkness of the coffin. It doesn't consume everything though, but all of my world revolved around him, which it is consuming. "But #life goes on", whispers a females voice in the back of my head. At first, I don't recognise it, but then I realise that it's my voice. I take a look at him, and my fragile and broken heart, begins to realise what has happened. It starts to realise, that this is not just a dream that I'll wake up from at any given moment, whereafter I'll be able to seek the comfort of the man lying next to me. It starts to realise, that the man who should be next to me, is now going to lie under the unforgiving ground. A memory dawns upon me. A special one, at least it's special right now, at this given moment. In the memory, I see the man, who is now lying in front of me, sitting on a chair, looking out the window. It's December, and snow had covered the earth in a bright veil, of beautiful, white crystals. He turns his head and speaks to me. He asks me, if I will cry for him when he dies. I, very confused, take a look into his eyes. They are full of sadness, with some kind of a twist. Hope, maybe? I tell him, that I'll cry for him, and the sadness in his eyes disappears. Now, when I'm supposed to cry, I can't let out the tears. That's just not how I work, I guess. I'm unable to keep my promises. I feel my left hand tightening around the bouquet of roses I brought for him. He always loved that flower. I don't know why though. But that doesn't matter now. Nothing matters anymore, really. Except for the house. He always wanted that house, he said. Ever since he first laid his beautiful gaze upon it. We just bought it, too. I lay the flowers, where I feel like they look the best. And then I walk away, take my seat, and now, finally, I can let the tears out. It's like I'm crying out all the pain, that I now have to face. With him, it would be easy, but now... I don't know anymore. Help me, Robert. I can't get through this without you. Help.