The numb pain that was left after they were gone made her feel irrationally sick. Though there was no fever she was weak, without them- without *her* they'd be woken by the smell of her. The feeling of the sheer thought that she was back made their heart jump. The longing that they felt drove them mad. This wasn't the typical heartbreak, there was no "getting over her" or "moving on". They had no purpose without her, they *needed* her. Waking up after sleeping for hours on end but still being exhausted, can't eat, everything reminds them of her. The smell of peppermint- oh how she loved mint, when it rains she always had a book. They couldn't go on with their life- they wouldn't. "I can't go on with out her" they mumbled. With the feeling of them weakly going to a permanent rest they smiled. Staring at the ceiling they saw her, "we will finally met my love". As the exhaustion finally consumed them, they finally met their love, wether it be life or death they finally are together again
