Day 16: Memory

Here's another short thought for you:

For the first few days I was confined to my apartment. Not that I wanted to leave. I couldn't concentrate. I stared at my bedroom wall, losing all track of time. His face was what I saw.

A tear rolled down my cheek as the scene played over and over in  my head: The silent scream, the stillness, the eyes that would never open again.

I pulled my pillow forward and buried my face in it, resisting the urge to scream. Tears cascaded down my face.

'Why?' I thought pitifully.