His hair fanned out across the pillow, the only piece of colour in the white, stark room. The room which over these past few weeks, she had become so familiar with. Everything was ordered in there, every book, CD and even magazines were alphabetised on the shelves which extended across one whole wall. The only thing that disturbed the perfection of the room was the intermittent falling and rising of his chest as he slept.
She knew it was wrong to be there. Watching him as he slept, but right then, in that moment she knew that there was nowhere else she would rather be. He wriggled in the bed, creasing the duvet and she froze in horror hoping that she wouldn't be caught.
Watching him had become almost an obsession and she didn't want to have to let it go.
Since the...she felt the memories rising up and tried to push them away. She didn't want to remember. It was still too painful. It would always be too painful. Her angel, her saviour was gone. She would never again see his beautiful eyes light up and it was killing her inside. Look what she was now reduced to! Sitting in his twin brother's room in the early mornings to watch him while he slept.
She knew he was in agony too, but at least when he slept he was at peace. She could see the blissful content on his face now and she was reminded of that exact same look on her darling's face. Oh, why did he have to be snatched away from her?
