Your very own lively soul is gone. They're dead, and the unspent love, the unloved spaces within your bedsheets and every inch of the house, will never go spent or loved again. It practically kills you to think that life as you know it is now over.
But life will have to go on. Time stops for no one, and you will never be the exception. So despite the heaviness in your chest and the undeniable sadness that plagues your body, you do your best to pick up the broken pieces of your heart. You move forward, and let yourself heal.