fits of sneezes.

"Holy held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. Pins and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to chock her. Panic took over. Apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes, the house was quiet. She was alone. Bile rose to her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she collapsed to her knees before the toilet".

What would you do if the person you loved the most in the world, died? Knowing that the person, who you planned to spend you life with.. had just ended his/her life? That you'd never get to run your fingers through his soft hair, never share a secret joke across the table at a dinner, never cry to him when you've just had a bad day and just needed a hug; you would never share a bed with him again, never get to hear or be woken up by his fits of sneezes each morning, never laugh with him so much your stomach would ache, never fight with him about what movies to rent. All that would be left is a bundle of memories and an image of his face that becomes more and more vague each day.

... I wouldn't know what to do.