The silence seemed to hauntingly mock her. But it wasn't like she had anything to miss, just the idea of his arms around her, gently carrying her to a, hopefully, dreamless sleep. Oh how thoughts do taunt us. And the girl, stoic as she is, is no exception. In the early morning light, the bags around her eyes weren't apparent. As she sat in bed the dream of a peaceful night, fruitless.
He jolted awake, the sun was just beginning its slow climb up the heavens. It was cold, one to be expected of a mid-March morning. Sitting in his sister's alcove realising how cold this world could truly be.
The same scenes running through their heads as they tried to figure out where they went wrong. Oh, how things had fallen. They both tried to console themselves back to restless sleeps. His a few more maybe not so blessed and she till the nightmares caught up. They missed each other.
But the few thousand miles was not the only thing separating them. Time is not kind, espicially to those few souls that have need.