"nothing comes even close to half of you." he mumbled under his breath while eyes were closed, making a wish and pleading for it to be soon granted.
a drink of mocker wouldn't satisfy him. nothing of what he had couldn't bring half to his wishes.
he couldn't believe that he could get this ill, from not seeing her.without her being in his sight, his arms. without the scent of her around the house, the warmth beside him at night.
you don't know how much something is worth to you till you loose it. he was afraid to loose her.