TW death
It wasn't the storm that scared me, despite it being loud and demanding to be heard. No that's not what scared me.
What scared me was when I reached my cold hand over to his side of the bed to try and find his warmth and to find it was just as cold as I am.
Then it all came back to me. Every painful detail.
The true pain is not within a person but in the absence of another.
All I knew at that moment was pain. True pain.
I wanted him back, I would pay the small prices, the large ones too if it came to that.
But for now I have to deal with his side of the bed being empty. He would not be coming back to bed.
The storm goes on and on, unlike his heart.
