He wanders into the living room, his large, rough hands ruffling his long chestnut brown hair, his deep sea-blue eyes are filled with such sadness, and he seems so much older than his twenty three years. He hasn’t left this house in countless days. He feels as though his world has been torn apart. There’s no sense of time for him. Seconds, minutes and hours quickly turning into days, weeks of grief. Losing a loved one is always hard, hell, he’d lost so many people before, but he just couldn’t prepare for the loss of his father like this.