You're the silence between
What I thought and what I said
Tine seems to slow to a stop as the words you've just spoken hang in the air between you.
You see her chest rise and pause midway as a breath catches in her throat. Her dark eyes suddenly seem wet, salt-laden droplets hanging in her lashes and pooling along the edge of her lids as a single tear trickles down over her right cheek.
You open your mouth, go to speak her name, but her eyes slide close for a moment as she shakes her head. "Don't," she breaths, "please - just don't." Her chin dips down to hover close to her chest as she steps away and heads for the door, her small body pressed in tight against the wall as she slips away. The doors hiss shut behind her, leaving you alone in your all too quiet, all too empty quarters.
You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
She pauses in the hall outside your quarters as the doors slide shut behind her. The corridor around her is empty, and for once she is glad.
The waterfall-like rush of humanoid emotion that usually thunders down around her mind seems as suddenly distant as the people they belong to physically are. Even the stray thoughts that aren't her own that sometimes flit through to meld with her own thoughts are gone, and there's a void left behind in their wake - an emptiness she can't explain, or seem to will away.
She takes a shaky breath, and turns to head down the hallway to the quarters she's barely used in months. A heaviness weighs down upon her shoulders, dark, unruly corkscrew black curls hanging down over her shoulders to hide her face. She wipes at the damp tear tracks that marr her cheeks with the back of her left wrist, and steps inside her quarters. By the light of the stars outside the viewport, she navigates the darkened living quarters and steps into her bedroom.
The bed is still half-made, the sheets rumpled and dents still evident in the pillows. The smell of sex is long gone, as are the clothes that had once upon a time littered the floor after a clumsy attempt to tumble into bed as quickly as possible. There's a stray red hair or two lying on one of the pillows, and her heart constricts as she remembers the way she's always admired how your hair seems to shine in the starlight after a night of exploring soft skin.
She leans back against the bulkhead next to the doorway and sinks down to the floor, her legs drawn up to her chest as she buries her head in her hands. Dark hair hangs around her body in thick, curling curtains as her shoulders tremble and tears fall.
A/N:When I first wrote this, I was going to take it a lot further than I did, but I didn't like anything I wrote after reaching this point, so I ended up abandoning it here. Lyrics are from Florence + the Machine's 'No Light, No Light'.