She was in a drowsy state of contentment. She snuggled closer to him, as if she wasnt close enough already. She smuggled her way up from the pillow to his toned chest. She could stare right up at his neck, where she nibbled for a second or two, to hear him moan in response. Only I can do that to him, she thought sleepily. And dozed off. Who knew what the morning would bring? The sun did rise, like it did everyday. Only, it failed to light her eyes up the way the events in the darkness of the previous night had. You ask why? Because he was gone. No explanation, no nothing. People always leave, dont they, she asked herself. Her empty hollows that passed for eyes held no response in them. She wasnt broken. Oh no. Because broken things can be repaired. Can be set right. She was irreparably shattered. Her heart was aching, yes, aching with physical pain. Love so strong, when cheated on, leaves it's scars forever, even after you're gone. She clutched at her chest and fell to her knees, as if she hadnt fallen already. Thank you, she whispered, and parted her lips to say something more, but could not find the strength to do so. She blacked out into nothingness, because that's where a broken heart finds comfort. In nothingness.
