Disclaimer: Not mine. Thoguh if Munch ever gets fed up of DW, my couch is open.
A/N: It's JO, just because it's kinda confusing... at least, I got a bit confused when I read it over, and I knew who it was...
I sleep with your shirt wrapped around me. It sounds foolish, out loud, but I get so lonely sometimes... it reminds me of you at work, leaning back in your chair, cracking some joke. Gallow's humor. It reminds me of you coming home late and the way you would just kind of fold into me, exhausted, just letting me hold you. It reminds me of those nights when we had off and you would take me to some fancy restaurant, only to leave before dessert to make love until the early morning hours.
It reminds me of that subtle smell.
The only thing that's left of you.