Author's note: Yes, yes; I know it's longer than a drabble should be. But, it's not really a one shot and it's definitely not a short story. Please review.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine.
COLD
[[A drabble by Mesteria]]
The wind hissed outside, attacking the house like a band of soldiers. The windows rattled wildly and he was sure they were going to implode, cutting the house apart like his heart.
He sighed as he stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Then he looked to his side at the empty spot next to him. She was gone again; who knew when she'd be back. He ran his hand gently over the spot that his wife should be in. It was cold.
Shivers ran down his spine and he rolled over on his side, burying his face into her pillow. He tried to smell her, but only a brief scent lingered in the pillow fibers. He sighed again and rolled onto his back again, placing his hands on his stomach. Again, he closed his eyes and attempted to sleep.
The bedroom door opened and he looked over at her as she quietly shut the door and tiptoed over to the bed. She peeled off her cloak and let it fall to the floor. She climbed into the bed, slipping easily under the covers.
He looked over at her and she looked at him. She offered him a small smile, but she seemed far away. He reached out to take her hand.
"You're cold," he said. And all was forgiven as she rolled over into his strong arms.