She heard that he died alone and she wasn’t surprised. He closed himself off from the outside world; no ties, no allegiances. He was alone, just past her reach.
And she wondered how he felt then. Was he scared? Or was he expecting it? With death on his heels, it was only a matter of time.
Now, she can’t help see the similarities between them. How she escapes into her own mind behind her own walls she created to keep others out. Would she die alone, just like him?
But a thought comforts her–if you die alone, are you really gone? He’s not gone for her. She remembers his smile, his jokes and laughter. Remembers the time they walked in the rain together. He may have been alone in death, but now, he’s always with her.