"Do you still think of him?" Heather asks, her voice carrying a note of empathy. "Every day," I reply, the weight of memories surfacing with each syllable. "And you loved him?" Devon's inquiry, though simple, carries the weight of complex emotions. I nod in acknowledgment, my gaze dropping to the floor for a moment as I navigate the intricate web of emotions that intertwine with the past. "Tell me, if he outstretched a bloody hand, would you take it only because it was his?" Jordan's question slices through the air, its raw honesty resonating with the unspoken truth that lingers within me. "Without thought," I admit the words escaping my lips with a haunting simplicity. It's a truth I can't deny, a visceral connection that transcends reason. The bond forged in the crucible of love, pain, and shared moments is an unbreakable thread that ties me to him. As I utter those words, a surge of conflicting emotions washes over me - the ache of a love that once was, the sting of wounds that haven't fully healed, and the haunting beauty of memories that refuse to fade.