Crash

Prologue

It's been 6 months since he went away.

    6 months since that morning. I wish I could go back; do it all over.

    I wish I could but I can't.

    I wish I could go back and feel his soft, warm skin on mine one last time. Have him hold me while he whispers sweet nothings into my hair.

    As I lay here in this bed, I can still make out his scent on the pillow. His Green Day tshirt draped over the back of the chair. His old pair of black Converse lay strewn by the door. If I went into the bathroom, in the shower would be his bodywash - coconut and shea butter. His toothbrush still in the cup by the sink.

    I stare at the picture of us on the nightstand. The happy smiling, faces looking back at me are genuine. The last time I smiled like that was with him.

    I wrap the covers round me tighter, like a little cocoon.

    A silent tear rolls down my cheek.

    And then another.

    And another.

    "Come back.....please" I whisper.

    Because all that haunts me, is him leaving.