There are voices in my head.
I know what it means. It means I'm going crazy. That I'm breaking down. Only these aren't just some imaginary voices, they're his voices. They're whispers that sound like spiders crawling through my brain and gnawing holes in my thoughts and crawling into them.
They come and go and I don't even realize when they do. Sometimes I'll suddenly start hearing them and I'll just brush them off but sometimes I'll be sitting down staring at my computer screen and suddenly realize that I haven't touched it in an hour and then I'll realize that I can't hear anything and it's because he's there and I know he's there I can hear him, I can feel him and I'll turn around and he'll be gone.
They're gone. They're all gone and he's all that's left.