Another Sandle fic, I'm getting predictable.
Set in Season 11.
I heard the song "Temporary Bliss" by The Cab today, and I just had to write something inspired by it.
Hope you all like it.
Sorry this is short but there is more to come very soon!
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The Colours of Misery
Prologue
A storm raged outside of his window as he lay staring at the ceiling of his bedroom; rain collided with the glass and the wind caused the branches from the tree outside of his apartment building to throw sinister shadows onto his walls. Without her there was nothing but silence in the room that surrounded him to keep in him company.
It was in that moment that he realised just how much he had lost.
As he closed his eyes and attempted to sleep he realised that without the sound of her steady breathing, the feeling of her body and the smell of her perfume lingering in the air sleeping didn't feel right.
Nothing seemed to feel right without her.
He picked himself up glancing around at the place that apparently was his home. There were so many things missing he acknowledge. Her watch, phone and gun should have been on the night stand. Her clothes should have been thrown haphazardly on the chair at his writing desk. Her frame should have been curled up next to the very were spot where he sat.
His eyes scanned the room and he realised that all he could see was the hazy blue of the night.
The colour of misery.