A/N: Because I love Wilson. And drabbles.
He gently touches her pillow. In his mind, her eyes pop open at his touch; she's smiling.
" We're always gunna want just a little longer, " she weakly reminds him. Her head rests gently in the crook of his neck.
His whole body quakes as he sobs. Her eyes are shut.
He tries to remember what her body feels like, pressed up against his as they make love, the freckles on her shoulders, and the smell of her perfume.
A clock ticks somewhere in the empty apartment. Things groan and creak as they settle.
He's always alone when morning comes. Always.
