I sit in a little coffee shop on the east side of Devun. The snow still falls steadily from the sky, turning the whole world a bright, clean white. A hot cup of coffee warms my fingers, and I rest my head against the cushioned chair. All is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock, and the soft flow of music emitting from the speakers. It’s strange to sit in a place that was once bustling with customers, that was once full of life, that now is so empty and lifeless. I haven’t been here in almost a year. I thought that if I did come I would feel the heartbreak and suddenly burst into tears. This had been mine and Caden’s favorite spot. I finally built up the courage. The snow proved a difficulty, but I was determined, and now here I am. The moment I stepped through the door, I waited for the tears, the tears that never came. I was met with that hollow, empty feeling that I’ve grown so accustomed to. I willed myself to cry. I slammed my fist against the cold marble counter. Heartbreak would be much better than this. Not even the pain could evoke emotion. I’m numb. I’m about as alive as the mindless cannibalistic undead that roam the streets.