She couldn't sleep. The room was dead silent, but her heart was screaming. Screaming with longing. Screaming to get out of there. Her mind, syncing with that pain, brought a series of memories, showing where she wanted to be. It asked for Sunday mornings, unmade beds, and his body to cuddle with. It asked for kisses, his smell, the eyes she never grew tired of looking at, the hug that felt like home. It asked for him.


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