So far, it had been a tiring day a trying day, for her mind and heart.
The vacant sound of their empty room was nothing that helped her wounded heart. She could hear the echo of her ceiling fan and whatever music played softly in the background on her laptop. The sounds and voices that escaped it eased the pain in her. Still early it seems, the lingering presence of him was still in the air. Still in her pillows that she felt his lingering warmth though her body had to compensate for the need of warmth to his hands, and yet when warmed they became so searing to the touch. The lack of him near her was detrimental to being. All she had was the silence and the smell of him against her pillows. After she cleaned what needed and busied herself in some fashion, she had fallen into their bed with her face pressed into their pillows. Faceplanted she breathed him in lung fulls. One after the other till she could only groan in that feminine way. Arms would wound about the pillow as she wo