Chapter 120 I Miss You So Much, Alex

• In the weeks following Alex’s tragic death, Ira’s life became a blur of overwhelming grief and constant pain. The vibrant, joyful woman who had once been full of dreams and plans now found herself trapped in a relentless cycle of sorrow. Her days were long and filled with a haunting emptiness, her nights even longer, marked by silent cries and restless sleep.
• Every corner of their apartment bore memories of Alex. The scent of his cologne still lingered in their bedroom, his clothes hanging in the closet as if he might return at any moment. The sight of his empty chair at the dining table brought fresh waves of sorrow each morning. Ira would find herself staring at his favorite coffee mug, unable to muster the strength to move it from its place.
• Her heart felt like a heavy stone lodged in her chest, making it difficult to breathe, to think, to exist. Simple tasks that she once performed effortlessly now seemed insurmountable. She moved through her days on autopilot, barely able to muster the energy to engage with the world around her.