By: SnowWhite
Archie knew what he was doing with Lizzie was the right thing, but it didn't stop him missing Lexie like he'd had an arm cut off.
It didn't seem right going to sleep alone, a couple of years ago he would have done it every night. It was amazing that he'd got so used to having her next to him, waking up with her in his arms.
This was their first real separation as a couple. Or even just as friends. They'd never been apart for much more then a night, maybe two and now it was months.
He didn't know how he was going to make it through and Lizzie sensed it everyday
" You miss her, don't you" She whispered one night as they sat drinking tea by the fire
" Yes" He answered
" I bet she misses you too. You two have always been together."
" Yeah"
Lizzie read more into her brother's one-syllable answers
" Do you want to talk about it? Have you rung her yet?"
" I can't get through. The snow's too bad and there's no reception."
" Oh" Lizzie put down her mug and gazed at him
" Thanks for doing this for me Arch. I know you left a lot at home to come with me."
" It's okay" Archie finally looked up " It was something we needed to do, for us, for father and for Jamie. I just wish Lex had decided to come with us."
" Yeah, it would have been nice. I really love her Archie"
Archie smiled " Yeah me too"
" I'm glad you married her. Pity I missed it"
" Hmmm, well you're not the easiest person to track down."
Lizzie shrugged " Can't stay too tied down."
Archie nodded distractedly " Maybe ill write her a letter"
" Good idea. I'm sure we can find somewhere around here that has a post box"
Archie nodded again, this time more resolutely " Night Sis"
" Night" Lizzie called over her shoulder as he went to find some paper
Lexie tossed and turned, the bed was too big for just one person.
She kept reaching out to Archie through the night. Hoping, dreaming that he would be there to kiss her, to hold her and caress her.
No one touched her like he did, could effect her like he did.
But he wasn't there.
He was still with his sister in Nepal. So far away...
She didn't know how much longer her heart could stand it. There was a constant aching deep inside her, like a piece was missing.
Her other half.
She needed to hear his voice, needed to hear him say her name. Call her darling, sweetheart, honey or just whisper that he loved her.
Some sort of reassurance, sustenance to get her through the lonely nights, the empty mornings and the endless days.
She had proven that she could do all the practical things without him, she was perfectly able to live without a man.
But underneath her heart was breaking and her emotions were going haywire.
She wanted him back now.