I don't remember falling asleep, I just remember the cold and his absence.

The sheets are still tangled around my legs, still faintly warm on the side where he lay, but he's gone.

The sheets still smell like him and my body still aches in that way that makes me feel stupid. My thighs are sore, my lips are swollen, and my chest feels like it's been hollowed out with a spoon.

His side of the bed is empty. Of course it is.

I stare at the ceiling in the dark, eyes burning, body heavy and sticky and useless, like if I move I might fall apart completely.

But then...