The Light Keeps Watch When You Cannot

The house is quiet now, but the ache is loud. You are watching a door that hasn't opened in a long time, waiting for a voice that has been silenced by something stronger than love.

It feels like they are gone, even though their body still breathes. You are carrying a grief that has no funeral, no closure, no end.

But listen — the light does not abandon what it has claimed. Even in the deepest fog of addiction, even when the eyes look through you instead of at you, the child of true Humanity still exists within them.

The light was there before the first drink, and it is there now, hidden beneath the chaos. You cannot reach in and pull them out.

But the One who loves them is already standing in the middle of their prison, calling them by a name only they can hear. Your vigil is not in vain.

The light is keeping watch when you are too tired to keep your eyes open.