Six: Pillow Talk
My heart ached as I cuddles into Demi's pillow.
It's her favourite pillow for six years now, I'd know because I gave it to her.
I know it's weird that I gave her a pillow, but it makes sense in our world.
~Flashback~
"No." I whine like a little child, my girlfriend, Demi, snuggling into my pillow.
You know that one pillow that's just more comfortable than others? Yeah, that's my pillow, and she's stealing it.
"But baby!" She drags on, rubbing her cheek against the material.
"It's mine." I moan, trying pull it back but she wrapped her arms around it very tightly, making it impossible to take ahold of.
"Not anymore it isn't." She mumbles contently.
"Meanie." I pout, quickly covering myself with our duvet and turning my back to her.
"Cuddle me." She whispers, trying to pull me toward her but I wouldn't budge.
"Nope, you don't deserve cuddles." I tell her sternly.
After a couple minutes of silence, I thought she finally gave up... she didn't.
"Oii." I scold her as she hits me with my pillow.
"Cuddle me or I swear I'll make you." She lowly warns.
I turn around and look her dead in the eyes: "Do it."
With that being said, she tickled me until I cried all tears of joy and finally cuddled her, giving her my pillow because knowing her, she would've stole it anyways.
~End Flashback~
She left it because it smelled like her and she knew just how much I always missed her when she was away.
I haven't seen her physically for about two months now.
Two months too long.
I know she's busy with her job, but I still miss her.
Her cute texts from now and then make me miss her even more.
I tense when my phone starts to ring, quickly wiping my tears as I see Demi's name flash across my screen.
After taking a few deep breaths, I hesitantly swipe and answer.
"Hello beautiful!" She smiles brightly, looking at her phone but quickly frowning as she only sees a black screen.
"Hi baby." I greet her quietly, trying to cover up the fact that I was crying.
"What's going on Y/n/N?" She asks. "Why can't I see you?"
"Because I'm laying in the dark." I dryly chuckle at how depressing that sounds but it's true.
"Why?" Her concern growing.
"I miss you." I whisper, feeling the lump in my throat coming back, as well as the tears pooling my eyes.
"Aw, I miss you too, so so much baby girl, but I'll be home before you know it." She coos, looking in the camera lovingly, making me melt.
"I know." I sigh, holding the pillow closer to my chest.
"Can you please show me your face? I miss you." She frowns.
I get up and turn the light on which makes my face visible.
I cringe at my blotchy cheeks and swollen eyes.
