Her room seemed darker without John. Her thoughts ruled loudly in her brain, screaming all her insecurities. She lay in bed, toying with her knife, sadly wallowing in her sadness.
She regretted letting her emotions rule over her wishing she’d swallowed them away. At least then she’d be able to sleep beside him, and run her fingers down his arm.
Her free fingers caressed a phantom hand, sighing as she set her blade down.
She spent her days listening to the room next to her, listening to his footsteps as he walked away from their rooms. Sparks missed him so much, but she wasn’t sure what to say.
Sparks only knew, she couldn’t hold out another day longer.
A full blush filled her cheeks at his statement of love, she felt too bubbly to be brought down by anything. Not being...