Not gonna lie, I woke up this morning thinking it was all a dream, rolled over looked for Will. All I saw was an empty bed, that dent was still in the pillow, the mattress still had that same depression, but it's depression was nothing compared to mine. I can't bring myself to make that side of the bed, it hurts too much, maybe in time. Who am I kidding, time will never change how I felt, how I feel. Why did I have to wake up?