I jolt awake, a cold sweat coating my body, tears streaming down my face. It's cold. I shiver from the breeze drifting through the open window. Tugging your blanket around my shoulders, I walk over and slam the window shut, not bothering to lock it. I don't really care what happens to me anymore, and anyways, leaving one window unlocked shouldn't spell out certain doom. I look over at the clock. 4:51 am. There's absolutely no way I'll be going back to bed tonight. Sighing, I flip on the lamp, and pick up the book that I had set on the nightstand before falling into a fitful sleep.
It was one of your favorites. You always were a sucker for a good romance, and I'll admit, I never did see the romance growing between the two characters. I wish I would've read it before... I'd have loved to talk about this book with you, if only to hear you fangirl over it. I can't help the tears that fall. I snap the book shut, and set it back on the nightstand. I don't want to ruin your favorite book with my pathetic tears.
Collapsing onto my side, I curl up to your blanket, smelling it. You have the most beautiful scent... It's fading, though. The house hardly smells like you anymore...
Sometimes I spray your perfume, in a futile attempt to bring you back.
It isn't the same.
