TheCuddlyKoalaWhale

 I had loved him, and he died. I sat in my apartment, staring at the floor, trying not to look at the place that we had shared.  I had nowhere else to go, but I couldn't stay there.  I couldn't bring myself to go back to work, although my boss kept leaving messages.  "Agent Donovan," my boss would say, "you must come into the office, I have something important to discuss with you."  I stopped listening after the thirty-second message.  I sank deeper into my chair, the same chair I would always find him sitting in when I got in late from work.  He always had some food for me, and he would hug me and ask about my day.  I really did not deserv