It took him a second to wake up. The bed was cold around him. His dreams felt muggy and distant. He swore he could hear the shower running. That's why the bed was cold. They always took so long in the shower. He let himself smile at the thought, his heavy heart lifting from his spine as he threw an arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight.
His own sigh is what broke the silence of reality. When silence fell back over he realised there was no sound of shower. The bed had been so cold all night. That there was the remnants of a lonely night by himself. He felt another sob crawl its way up his sore throat. Of course. They weren't there anymore.
They didn't love him anymore.
His own sigh is what broke the silence of reality. When silence fell back over he realised there was no sound of shower. The bed had been so cold all night. That there was the remnants of a lonely night by himself. He felt another sob crawl its way up his sore throat. Of course. They weren't there anymore.
They didn't love him anymore.