Write an angsty story about a man mourning the death of his fiancee. Eventually he finds the strength to get up and get back to life. Don't include names or dialogue.
It was quiet in the dark of his apartment.

This wasn't uncommon in recent months. But God, not 4 months ago this voice was lit with the sound of her and his laughter both. Her crooning in the shower, loud against the rush of the water, or her laughter while she sat on the couch watching her favorite show. Noises he took for granted then, content with the assumption that he had his whole life to savor her voice. 

But life, as he had come to find out, had plans that he would never begin to understand. He missed her. She had left a space in his world so massive that he knew it would be impossible to fill, and even now, months later, he cannot fathom the reality that he would never be able to see her again. He yearned for her touch and the way she wrapped his arms around him at night, but above all, he missed telling her "I love you". If God were so kind as to give him a chance to relive their last moments together, he would profess those 3 words a million times over before she walked out of his front door, so she could leave this Earth without doubting how he felt about her for a second.

He's sitting now, on the edge of his bed, phone unlocked to a slew of texts from his best friends- expressing their concern, asking him to come out for lunch to see them. And today, it seems a little easier. With her memory in the forefront of his mind, and with her voice in his ears telling him that it was okay to be happy again, he stands. He grabs his coat. He puts on his shoes.

And starts a life without her.