Her voice, her body, her personality. All of her. Gone.
She had walked out after your last tiff, this time she had gone for several days.
Short of self-flaggelation, you still endeavoured to torture your sorry self.
The cheap bottle of gin on your desk filled your mind with dark temptations
Karaoke.
This bottle.
My life now.

The gin was sloshing about your system, you clutched the bottle as you sang along for the third rewatch
Then that song came on.
"Will you still love me..."
In your stupour you cant control the flood of emotions. Kronii was hazy on your screen, diluted by your tears and inebriation.
You swore you could hear her in the room with you, had you finally gone full schizophrenic?
You pause the karaoke and standup to cry in the empty double bed you once shared.
But the song didn't stop.
She was singing it in the room with you.
a slender pair of arms emerge from behind you and wrap around you, a soft head pressed on your back.
"Anon? Will you still love me?"
Kronii had come back home, she missed you, she loved you.
You break down on your knees, Kronii rushes round to hold your head against her waist, your tears dampening her pin-strip skirt
"Anon. I love you"
You can only sob against her
"No more drinking, ok?" She lifts her face up, her visage covered with worry
You nod, you'll do it. For her.