A/N: I know I tend to upload a lot of pointless drabbles, but I appreciate any feedback so that I can work on being able to write longer ones.
Jade sat alone in her bedroom, desolate silence filling the air and settling around her like a thick rain cloud. The only sound that could be heard was the creaking of the floorbeds above her ceiling, which were, most likely, the footsteps of her Persian cat's crawling.
She never thought she never felt as lonely as she did now. As she looked around her own bedroom, it appeared unfamiliar and foreign.
Her walls were white and bare; gone were the various pictures of her ex long time boyfriend. The usual clutter of her dresser- CDs, books, DVDs that he had lent her- was gone. Her closet was cleared of his large sweatshirts she use to sleep in. The only proof that he had ever been there at all was the scent that hung on the sheets of her bed: a mix of Dove soap, aftershave, and the peppermint gum he was always chewing.
Jade lay down and embraced one of her pillows, wondering how long it would before his scent disappeared. She fingered the white pillow case, letting her finger trace over the lacing. She could remember, vividly, the day he had first lain his head on it. She had traced the features of his face, counted the number of freckles on his nose, breathed in the scent on his neck and memorized the feel of his hands as they massaged her own.
Calloused yet soft. Rough yet gentle.
Jade closed her eyes,dropping the pillow from her hands, and slowly pressed the two hands together. If she tried hard enough, she could almost feel his touch.
She waited for the tingle in her fingertips, the buzz in her head that always accompanied his touch. When it never came, she opened her eyes with hesitance.
He's gone, Jade. He's gone and he's not coming back.
She knew it, because she felt it. Everywhere.
In the shaking tips of her fingers, the aching throb of her shoulders.
In the way she could barely keep herself together. In the way she was falling apart at the seams.
They had broken up plenty times of before, sure.
But this was it. This was final. This was the end.