Gone

A short story I wrote, to remind us to appreciate the people we love in our lives and cherish every moment.  To love and be loved is a blessing so pure.
Gone:

The room was still, no electricity, only the light from the street outside and a single burning candle. The rain lashed against the window, keeping the sounds of the traffic outside away, protecting her bleeding broken heart. It hurt so much; the pain made it hard to breathe; pain and melancholy in every movement; longing pulling down into her stomach.
She sat huddled in the corner, her face softened with tears that would not cease. She missed him. She could smell him. His clothes, all around her, in chaos like her world. Nothing left, but his clothes. She buried her face, taking comfort from his smell and closed her eyes, imagining he was still there with her. She never wanted to open her eyes again.
She didn't want to; she didn't want to see the world again. She just wanted to be with him and see his smile and feel the warmth of his body. The world outside could fuck off! It didn't care about her; he was the only one that cared, the only one that ever understood her. His love was the only light in the darkness of her life. Without him, she was lost.
The clock ticked into the silence. It didn't know he was gone, it didn't even mind. It just kept on ticking, and ticking...haunting her, eating into the silence of the room. She wanted it to stop, she wanted time to stop, to take her back to yesterday and stay there with him, forever. But he was gone, yesterday was melting and slipping through her fingers and there was nothing she could do. Despair poured from her heart, cutting through the silent air. A lonely wail of sorrow, that could not be eased. Pain escaped from her soul with nowhere to go except into the silence of his absence. The clock kept on ticking, ticking, quietly, relentlessly, pulling her away from the man she loved.