This is just a one shot.

If people like it I may turn it into a story,

It was in my head anyway.

X LL.

Patricia's P.O.V:

I sat in the apartment, which will have been for the second month, alone. I sat on the sofa, trying to focus on the Jeremy Kyle show. I was freezing, and had two blankets wrapped around me, fluffy socks and slippers. It was winter, and I hadn't expected anything less from an apartment...well, at least ours didn't have very good plumbing. Yes, I said, 'Ours', and that's because I live with Eddie, my boyfriend. Only he was away in the army. I just wanted him to be here now; he'd started a month ago, and was supposed to come back on Wednesday. It is Sunday night. All I want to do is be in his arms. My world is a mess without him, and sometimes all I do is just cry, because I miss him that much. Yes, I actually cry.

I sighed as I tightened the blankets grip around me. I wanted it to feel like Eddie was holding me, but instead I was holding myself. Blinking back tears, I got up to make myself a cup of hot chocolate. New York isn't all bad, but when you're actually from England, and everyone drools over you're accent, it can get a little annoying.

"Ow!" I squealed, jumping back. "I didn't think the mug was that hot..." I murmured, picking up the broken pieces of the mug, and then wiping the milk off the floor. Abandoning the idea of making a new batch, I wandered into the bedroom, gathering dirty clothes off the floor. I picked out a shirt, which was Eddies, and brought it close to my face. I hugged it, as it smelt of his cologne.

"I can't take this any longer, I thought I was stronger!" I sobbed. I know this is, the part, where the end starts. I hate this part right here; I just can't take my tears. I thought it was temporary, but it seems this may well be permanent. Serving the country and all that is supposed to be an honor, and I get it. I just...miss him.

I finally went to bed at one, at that Monday morning. Drifting in and out of sleep, I kept dreaming the same thing, but in different ways all the time.

"What do you mean he's...gone?" I asked.

"Miss Williamson, Edison died in a shooting...I'm very sorry" He said, handing me the telegram. I scanned it carefully, and then dropped to my knees in despair.

Then I woke up from the nightmare. I was sweating and breathing heavily. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. And so I looked down to see what had happened. A pair of arms were around my waist. What. The. Heck.

"Oh my god! Who the heck are you?" I shouted, prising his hands off me.

"Yacker, it's late and I just got off a plane! Let me sleep!"

"Eddie!" I exclaimed. I snuggled back into him. "I missed you..."

"I missed you too. How come you woke up?" He mumbled, half asleep.

"I'll tell you in the morning, and you can tell me why you're back so soon..." I yawned. After that we both fell back into a deep sleep.

Slimeball was back.

So I hope you enjoyed it,

Just something that got stuck in my head.

Review!

X LL.