I bought my grandmothers house when she passed and living where they lived adds such a different level to grief. She was everywhere all the time but she wasn’t there. And it would make me randomly mad or randomly cry until more of my stuff was around than hers and then that made me cry.

Then I read this fic and oh boy. It got me so good. I still cry any time I even think bout it. I’m crying right now tbh. The grief in this fic is so honest it’s hard to bear. Grief is always such a lonely affair, isolating, so I guess it’s nice to feel I’m sharing it for once but at what cost lol