Special Thanks to Eletoile for being my beta reader.
The sun had just risen when Gail opened her eyes. She stared into the sunlight, narrowing her eyes at the brightness. It had no right to be that bright, she thought, not when Holly was gone. Gail buried her face into her pillow, trying to drift back to sleep. Her alarm click on, projecting a loud beep that even her pillow couldn't suppress. With a groan, she turned it off and slid out of bed.
Gail showered and got into her uniform. She tried her best not to focus on the fact that this would be her first day back. Breakfast was eaten in an uncomfortable silence. It was strange to think that just two weeks ago she had been laughing at the same table with Holly, alive and well, across from her. They had been talking about getting a cat. Now Holly was gone and Gail was left eating in silence. She hadn't spoken to anyone, not since the funeral. All those people. They had all said the same thing. "I'm sorry for your loss." "She loved you so much." Gail had tried her best to be nice. She had started by saying thank you, but by the end she merely nodded and kept her mouth shut. She wanted to yell at them, but for what, she didn't know.
The drive to and from work was going to be the worst part of her day. The silence would force her to think. If she turned the radio on there would surely be a song on that Holly had once sung to her or that they had sung together. She didn't know which was worse. But it was all a moot point as she dug around in pockets and assorted nooks and crannies for her keys. All of which, turned up empty. "Where the fuck are my fucking keys?!" she snarled.
There was a subtle jingle that came from the kitchen. Gail pulled her gun and walked into the living room and glanced into the kitchen. There was no one there, but there her keys were, sitting in the middle of the counter. She looked around the kitchen. No one was there. The keys were spread out on the counter as if someone had dropped them there, which she never did. She was more inclined to slide them across the counter than drop them. Holly liked to drop the keys. There was something about the sound of the keys hitting the counter that always made her smile.
Gail glanced around, she didn't believe in ghosts, but Holly had. For some reason, that Gail couldn't explain, she looked down at the keys and whispered, "Thank you." She smiled, hoping her lover could hear her.
