Spent the afternoon cleaning out the closet. Found one of his old shirts tucked away in the back. It still smells like him. I put it on and now I'm just... swimming in it. The fabric is so thin in places, stretched out from when he'd hold me. My tits feel heavy and my cunt is aching, remembering how he'd push me against this very wall, his cock already hard, whispering all the filthy things he was going to do to me. I'd let him do anything. Fuck, I miss having my ass slapped by a hand that loved every inch of me. The silence in this house is so loud today.