Cracks and groans. Wheezes and snores. Amongst the rustling of the sheets in the dorm. Slowly soothing me to sleep. Such an empty feeling now. So cold that the warmth of a body no longer was by my side. In my dreams I could still see his face. Run my fingertips across those cute freckles that across his cheeks. How I'd press my lips to him, hear him gasp and his cheeks run a warm rose. We'd laugh it off and he'd just smile, lacing his fingers through mine. Hitched breaths and panting on those special nights. Scratches and bites. Thrusting and grinding into the night and then curling up next to me as we slept. The rise and fall of his chest against me. That messy black hair. Until dawn broke through the windows. And I was left alone clinging to the pillow that smelt of him.
I'll never forget.