“Alice, you’ve disappeared, like everything else. But who else can I talk to? …I’m lost. When you left — and he left - you took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge hole has been punched through my chest..Each tick that goes by aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly in strange lurches and dragging lulls. But in a way I’m glad. The pain is my only reminder that he was real… That you all were…”

(Source: pattinstewart, via monsterfuckingyeah)