A month... (open) - Sunflower Beach

Such a short time to a Kindred, and yet, a month.... had turned out to be an eternity she'd barely managed to endure.  

A month apart.

Sure, she'd seen him. But, for a month, their home had been quiet, their bed cold. She'd slept on the sofa and there didn't seem to be any change to that happening anytime soon.
The blond still cried. Still hurt. Still felt alone, even with friends who looked after her.

Outwardly, she tried, really tried to fake it and in some cases she managed. But in others?

She sat in the corner of the red sofa, blanket wrapped around her.

A month...
A month without his closeness. A month knowing he was just beyond her reach.

Heavens it hurt. The slow and lingering heartache... pain that just wouldn't fade, wouldn't leave her alone. The uncertainty. No one had said anything, told her anything. She was completely in the dark. And in the dark? Well, she just curled up in the dark, and tried to hide from her own conscience, knowing it would do her no good to even try.

She pulled the shirt close, buried her face in it and closed her eyes, lingering in the faint scent of him that was still there.

She hoped... hoped he was doing better than her. Not for a second did she want this heartache to be his as well.

She missed being touched, Missed being held. Missed waking up to see his face. Missed falling asleep in his arms. Missed knowing that when she came home she would hear his voice, see his smile, feel his lips. Missed it all so much.

She hoped he did better than she...