Chapter 6

Greyson, it’s been a week.

I never thought heartbreak was a real thing, but this week I’ve felt nothing but pain. Heartbreak is horrible. Losing you is horrible. Living is horrible. I feel stupid, writing this when I know you will never read it, but I hope it helps. I hope it helps me in any way possible.

Your funeral was agonising. I didn’t want to go. I felt like attending was confirming that you were gone, and I didn’t want to do that—not with your baby growing inside of me.

Everyone was shocked. I still am shocked.

I don’t really know what they think. I haven’t left my room. I can’t step outside and see you everywhere, but not have you next to me.

I think I hear you sometimes in my head. I know it’s my imagination, but I so desperately want to hear the word ‘Sugar’ again.

I love you, and one day I know I