WHERE ARE YOU? I MISS YOU. | FUGH

DARK NIGHTS WITHOUT YOU NEXT TO ME

FIONA LOVED WEARING
dark toned jumpers that were loose on
her soft skin matching perfectly with her complexion and wild hair.

Hugh had deeply missed moments
such as those.

When the sky was still dark, three hours after loop reset Hugh shot up from his bed. His
pale hands were shaking, gripping the
sheets to ground himself. Once he
realized his brain conjured up a
nightmare he let out a sigh.

His brown strands were matted from the pillow, the right side of his bed was empty,
it didn't dip from Fiona's weight. It simply called her silently to come home and
return to them.

Hugh's feet hit the cold ground sending
spikes up from his feet to his legs. His
fingers wrapped around the doorknob
creaking as he shut it. The hallway was
quiet except for the tapping of his feet.

He passed Emma's room and then
Horace's before stumbling in front of
the bare door that called to him. The bees
of his stomach swirled waiting to rise out
of his throat.

Fiona's room was still, Miss peregrine
opened the window that morning to
free the tension. Fiona liked the wind
in her room, necessary from her plants
but to remind her she was happy.

The thin curtains blew slightly,
disrupting potted plants. A green
watering Can sat under the desk. Vines
were wrapped around the desk legs
decorated with small flowers and
thorns.

Fiona would be proud Hugh was taking
care of the plants she left behind, keeping
them alive another day. Even if every
peculiar in the house had a schedule
visiting Fiona's room didn't feel
like a chore.

The water was room temperature,
droplets clung onto the plants- soaking
the dirt. Once the plants were damp he
set the can on the desk away from various brown journals so the access water couldn't ruin the papers.

He opened his mouth slightly and a few
bees crawled out from his parting lips flying
to pollinate the succulents and small flowers.

Once they swarmed the room he placed
the watering can back under the desk
and closed the window. The chill of the
room would calm in hours all through
the shut door would harbor the cold
air longer.

Hugh headed over to the closet. Pants,
overalls, jumpers and miscellaneous
earth colored clothes hung in the closet.
His favorite sweater she wore hung
in the front. A dark blue color with
sunflower patches sewn into them
with leftover yellow and black thread.

The bed was an expanse of lost
memories, ghosts smiles and pure
happiness. The sweater was big enough
Hugh could fit into it. The article of
clothing would be less than comfortable
but his frame wouldn't loosen the seams
or create distress.

Hugh pulled the blanket up under his
chin with the jumper in his arms listening
to the sound of bees humming and
pollinating flowers like the couples
last goodbye.