The days turned into nights, and the nights into lonely echoes in Ely's vast, empty home. His once lively and vibrant existence now felt like a hollow shell. He found himself pacing through the rooms, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness, a constant reminder of the void Olivia had left behind.
In the silence, memories of Olivia haunted him. He remembered her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, and the comforting warmth of her presence. He missed their late-night talks, the way she understood him even when he couldn't find the words. His heart ached for the familiarity of her touch, the softness of her skin against his own.
Sometimes, in the dead of the night, he found himself talking to her ghost, as if she were still there, listening. "Olivia," he would whisper into the
