Even though he's not here anymore, I can feel his presence. I feel him under my skin, I can see him and hear his voice.
I bought more bottles of his perfume to keep my things smell like him. It keeps the memories alive.

Today he was sitting on his desk, reading a bunch of books I cannot understand. I wish I could sit right next to him and put my head on his shoulder.
I closed my eyes and remembered that scene. He was preparing for the exams. I was bored and thought he would need a break, so
I went to his room and seek for attention. He smiled and put the book away.
 

“What's up, my prince? Shall we eat out today?”

I nodded and hugged him tight. He was so warm. He was all mine. My only medicine for all worries. My drug, very addictive and strong. My days of happiness and anxiety. My everything.