Six days until the wedding

It's hollowly familiar, the feeling of being under the cool sheets in silence. The beating of my heart is a quiet reprieve from the world of chaos where people scream my name when I never asked them to, where executives in cars worth more than the house I grew up in want my time.

But for a few months, I grew accustomed to waking up next to the woman I fell for before I knew what love meant.

We went to bed together last night, and the next time I woke, it was still dark and her side was empty. Thankfully, this morning, light is...