Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or the characters.
His body was still warm. His hand could still warm mine and I just wanted to lie my head in his chest and listen to his heart beat, something that would help me after a bad day. But there was no beat so my bad days wouldn't end. They would always be there. They would be there to haunt me. I kept thinking of one thing. Was there something I could've done differently? The problem was that the one person that could answer this was lying on the floor, white and cold.
The End
Another drabble from me. This was originally an idea I had and I was going to continue it. I realized I didn't know what to write next. So, I leave the rest of the story for the readers to imagine the rest of the story any way they want.
Intended to be a Lenny, but I guess it's a reader's choice!