She was sitting in her room. The moon seemed to pour through her windows just like it had always did. It was obvious to everyone she wasn't herself. She wasn't there. It wasn't fair.
Her face cupped in her hands, heart beat was loud, room silent. Even the faintest sound could be herd. His presence was there it could be felt she tried to push his memory away it wasn't easy. She could feel him all around her it was impossible not the feel him. He was everywhere now.
*flashback*
"Babe don't worry about it!" he said while playing connect the dots with the popcorn ceiling.
"What! why not?! What of we can't find it? My mom will kill us!!!" frantically rushing in and out of the room.
"She won't care trust me." He sat on the couch with his arms by his head eyes closed now.
"No babe we have to look for it!" by the sound of her voice he knew she was about to cry. Its been days since its been gone and now it was needed. Their room was a wreck it would be amazing if she did find it.
"Oh my god here it is!" a sudden yell filled the small apartment. She sat next to him and sighed her relief holding the golden flower pendant, she had borrowed from her mom, to his face.
"Alright," she kissed his cheek "now we can leave."
He smirked and in his head repeated what made him, well him. In her head she knew what that smirk meant, she knew his thoughts. Always.
*flashback ends*
She stood up and slowly, almost dragging, walked to the bathroom. It was impossible to do anything. Ever.
Looking in the mirror, her make up was running. The make up she wore on the photo shoot was smeared, running and showing her unquestionable feelings. Turning on the faucet she grabbed her towel. It was next to his. He was there too.
The cool water slashed on her face mixing in with her tears, they were gone. She could feel the every droplet of water on her face and running down her neck. Opening her eyes, almost in slow motion, as the droplets fell she could see the ripple effect. Just like everything else in her life.
The faucet was running, and filling up her bowl like sink, dipping her head into the sink and feeling the cold rush engulfing her face. Her loose hair also floating about. She loved that feeling. It was a rush. Feeling her breath leaving her she came back out, water was everywhere. On the marble sink, all over the floor. She turned off the faucet and dried herself. Her towel was no where clean.
She took off her shirt, then her pants followed by her bra. Laying in bed she could smell him. He was there as well. Her silky sheets were cold and smooth against her pale skin. Unlike the sheets, he was warm and rough, with creases all over his anatomy and had her heart at the tip of his hands. His scent was intoxicating as she breathed in deeply.
He was no longer there. His physical being was gone. The rise and fall of his chest at night, that smirk he always did, his kisses, his hugs, love, gone.
She fell asleep holding him there. In her mind he was still there. He was always there.
He was everywhere.