Two weeks in after the death of my soulmate, my love, my rock. It’s late at night and this is when the demons arrive. The fear in the pit of my stomach that wakes me, with a cry. The re-realisation that I will never hug him again, never stare into his big brown eyes, never hear his laugh, never argue about what stuff to watch on YouTube. It’s getting darker, colder, emptier. Honestly, I don’t know how I can move forward without him.