This is on a 3rd person's point of view. I'm sorry if you don't understand some parts.
⚠ Warning: Angst?
He entered the empty house. His home.
He expected for someone to greet him but no one did.
"Don't you think this house looks so good. It was better than the way you described it, Gokudera."
"Oh, I'm sorry about it, (First Name)-chan."
His fingers lightly touched the picture frames hanging on the walls. He glanced at a particular frame. He unhooked it from the wall.
It was your wedding picture.
He wiped the dust off of the frame. He slightly smiled.
He placed the picture back from where it was.
He proceeded to the kitchen. Pictures still designed the walls.
"Ne Gokudera. What would you like to eat for dinner?"
"Anything!"
"Would you like to help me?"
"I would love to."
He looked around the kitchen. He can see you washing the dishes and he immediately went to you to hug you.
But you faded.
Tears threatened to drop from his eyes but he hastily wiped them.
He climbed up to the second floor. As soon as his eyes caught the sight of the grand piano, he saw you again.
You are playing the piano. He vividly heard the soft tunes of keys.
He tried to touch your back.
But you're gone.
His eyes watered again. But he bit his lip to prevent himself crying. But his eyes betrayed him.
He felt something touched his shoulder. It was Yamamoto.
Yamamoto handed him a handkerchief.
"Hayato, do you still want to look at your room?" He asked.
Gokudera meekly nodded. Yamamoto rubbed the other's back comfortingly and left.
Turning right, Gokudera reached his and your room. He gingerly touched the knob and braced himself.
Opening the door, he saw you again.
Sitting in the bed while reading. He always find you in that position everytime he came home early.
He hurriedly went to your side.
But you vanished.
Anguish cries were heard inside the room.
He clutched your pillow, your scent wafting throughout the room.
The skies weeps, alongside the silveret you left forever.
What's with me? Oh chocolate fudge. I swear I'm going to die because I'm a girl.
Heavily inspired by Juan Karlos Labajo's "Di Ka Manlang Nagpaalam" (Lit. You Didn't Even Said Goodbye)