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I stared down at the casket as it was being lowered into the grave. There was no one else here besides myself and the priest. I just stood there motionless as they covered the grave. The only man who ever gave a shit about me is now buried six feet underground.

"The man loved you like his own son. He's proud of you, that's for sure." The priest says before patting my shoulder and leaving me alone.

I just gave him a nod in response. "Bye, George. Until we meet again." I bid my final goodbye before turning to leave.

I got in my car, I was dreading going home. I'm too scared to be faced with the reality that I'm alone again. I let out a sigh before turning on the engine and making my way home. It didn't take long before I reached the driveway.

I turned off the engine and stayed in the car for a few minutes before mustering the courage to get out. As soon as I opened the doors to the house, I was met with an eerie silence.

"Fuck this," I say before slamming the door shut behind me as I exit the house.

I went back to my car and drove to the nearest hotel. The silence was unbearable. I drove in silence until I reached the hotel. The valet greeted me as I handed him my car. I entered the hotel and went straight to the elevators. I have a permanent key for the presidential suite so I didn't need to go through the reception.

I pressed the floor in the elevator and leaned my head against the wall, watching the numbers go up. I never realized how calming it was to have George greeting me every time I get home. Being met with silence was like a harsh slap from reality. The reality was that I only had one person who truly gave a fuck about me.