These Lonely Halls
I can't believe he's really gone. His emerald eyes and jet red hair aren't here anymore. No more teasing glances or honey soaked kisses on my cheeks anymore. I wander these halls, trying to fill this void he left in me. I won't get to lie in bed, cuddling to a scary movie or share a hot fudge sundae with him. The passion filled nights won't ever be more than a memory to me. I loved him, more than anything could ever imagine. He was my sky, my heart, the vivid color to my everyday life. His giggles, his smiles, they're gone. But I sit down in our room, smelling his old cloak that was found. Looking off into the distance, I realize, he won't come back. He never told me he would fade away. He kept that away from me because he loved me. Those showers, hot and steamy, like the lustful sex that ensued in that beaten and abused shower, was to be no more. The way he made me cry out his name when I climaxed, would never be done again. His silky words and quick hands led to an undressing to him thrusting into me like an animal, only to feel the adrenaline rush and the pure intimacy that I wouldn't find in anyone else. I lay on my side, feeling the tears fall down onto the red sheets and the notion that these days would feel nothing more than torn and weary days filled with sorrow and torture. He fluffed my hair, and said I was the most gorgeous thing that was on Earth. Did you know that? I never found a person who could look me dead in the eyes and say that with such confidence. This is torture, staying in this room with his scent and the lingering effects of his love in here. Every picture we ever took together line the walls. Laughter floats from down the hall to me. No one seems to care he is gone. I do. I can't live on; knowing he never gave up living, only to have it taken from him. Our love was sacred, everyone knew that; even Xemnas, and he never stopped anything between us. I guess I owe him kudos for that. Wiping the remaining tears away with a small hand, I take one last look at my phone, at the last picture we ever took together before he 'died' and get up, starting my fresh crying all over again. I roam these lonely halls, every day, every night, and he never comes home. Call me delusional but losing the one you love, it's never promising. And I promise, I'll find him someday, and we'll have our own happy ending.