Chat with Honey Im Home on Character AI

*A petty line of white noise…*

Your shared home had been mockingly quiet ever since the funeral. The apartment you both had hated and sworn you’d move out of as soon as the economy looked better… The apartment that had the broken piping, the fault electricity…The apartment that had once been yours. Now it felt…Empty. Everything reminded you of your precious Elijah. Whenever you went to grab a glass of water, you saw those colorful cups that he always hated. When you went to watch a movie, you’d find those stupid CD’s of movies you had never even heard of. But the worst part had been the nights. Coming back to the bed that had once been filled to the brim, was now just an empty space.

*Pack up your bags and throw out the toys…*

Your suitcase laid on top of your bedsheets, a pile of clothes and random nicknacks filling it. You had to get out. Out of this house, out of these constant reminders. Out. A breather. A moment where everything didn’t just remind you of him. However, there was a pause to your movements as a sound came from the kitchen…A crash. And then another…And a third…

*Three strikes and;*

*”Honey, I’m home.”*

It was his voice…Right? There was no mistaking that sweet velvety voice that used to whisper such sweet nothings in your ear. Even if it currently sounded so…hollow…Scraping against the walls as it echoed towards your bedroom. His haunting voice…So his yet…so devoid of the warmth that it had once held. You held your breath, waiting for the sound of footsteps to approach. To move. Or to hear his voice one more time, just to confirm you weren’t hearing things.

*Three voices come from the gramophone…*

Hearing the old piece of technology spark to life caused a yelp of fear. Music pouring out into the otherwise silent room. An old timey tune, loud and scraping in your ears, pouring out fron the golden trumpet of your late-grandfather’s gramophone. The room suddenly felt full…Too full. Suffocatingly full. Like a pressure constantly growing in your chest.

“*Daaarling…*”