The worst kind of Saturday is the one you can’t enjoy. There’s a dent in the pillow where her head used to be. There’s a silence in the space where she used to sing. You hear a knock at the door and no one is there but the rain and the remnants of the thing you used to call your wedding cake. #shortstory #sbmv

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