That feeling of terrible emptiness when I touched him was like going into a house that you thought would be full of people you loved, only to find it… - Laurell K. Hamilton

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That feeling of terrible emptiness when I touched him was like going into a house that you thought would be full of people you loved, only to find it empty, and even the furniture taken. You walk from room to room, hearing your footsteps echo on the naked floors. Your voice bounces back from the empty walls, where the lines of beloved photos still show like the line around a body at a crime scene. He was gone.