Wonder – Jack Savoretti

All our innocence is gone.
If you like I'll take the blame
For all the things that you have done.

Mindy sat in bed with her head resting against the headboard, and the moon shining through the curtains. She sighed as she looked around the empty room, feeling like the darkness was consuming her entirely.

She hated to sleep alone. If Drake was away, she didn't mind it in the least, but knowing that he was lying on the couch because she'd confined him there was something that she couldn't handle. He had been wrong tonight; everything that had happened was his fault, and of course she was completely and utterly furious with him, but the fact of the matter was that he was downstairs alone on the couch and she was upstairs alone in bed. Mindy felt so lonely, even though she knew he wasn't far away.

In one way, she wanted to make him suffer. Drake didn't even deserve to share the bed with her tonight. In another way, though, Mindy couldn't stand the thought of him lying on the couch alone. Something about that thought didn't settle well with her.

The weaker side of her won the stronger side of her over, and she got out of bed, starting toward the door. Mindy stood at the staircase, debating on whether or not she should even make the effort. She did want to talk it out with him, but she was sure that Drake was sound asleep. Quietly, she tip toed down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. As she entered the living room, she saw that Drake was cuddled up under the blanket. She felt defeated and turned to leave when Drake spoke, startling her completely.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hey." Mindy jumped a bit and headed back into the room. "I thought you were sleeping."

"Nope." Drake was motionless. "Couldn't sleep."

"Me, either," Mindy replied, sitting down in an armchair across from the couch.

"Look, Mindy, I'm really sorry." He looked at her with sad eyes.

"I know."

"I just wanted you to know that…"

She cut him off. "It doesn't matter." She had intended for her tone to sound comforting, but it came out sharper than expected. Mindy watched as he shifted his gaze from her to the ceiling, his facial expression changing completely and noticeably stiffening up.

After a deafening silence, Mindy finally spoke. "The bed is so empty without you."

There was a glimmer in his eyes for a moment as Drake let his eyes fall on her again. With a laugh, he asked, "Was that an invitation?"

"Ha." She averted her eyes to the floor, not knowing what else to say. Silence overtook the room again as they both sat drowning in their thoughts. While they were together, there was a hollow emptiness that could have been cut with a knife.

"I guess it was an invitation," she finally said, a faint trace of a smile coloring her face.

"You sure?" Drake asked, trying his best not to sound too eager at the chance of getting into bed. He was lonely, too; the thought of Mindy sleeping without him tore him apart, even though he knew that he deserved any horrible treatment he got. It was all his fault, and the feeling he hated most was loneliness – he was feeling just that. Mindy's punishment had worked.

Mindy nodded with no reluctance, letting Drake know that she really was sure and not just having a moment of weakness. "Yeah."

He got up from the couch folding the blanket he had been using. He followed behind Mindy as they walked up the stairs without saying a word; Drake knew that he was still walking on eggshells. There was no way that he was in the clear quite yet. Mindy didn't stay angry for long, but it definitely hadn't been long enough yet.

They walked into the bedroom and crawled into the covers without a single word. As much as things between them were noticeably better than they were a few hours ago, there were still words left unsaid that were hanging like dark clouds above them. Sleeping on it, however, was a probable solution to their problems; everything always seemed brighter in the morning.

Drake got settled into bed, and in only a few seconds, Mindy was lying across his chest and his arms were around her. They fit together; lying like that made it easy to see that they were meant for one another. Their bodies fit perfectly in line with each other as Drake stroked Mindy's back with his fingertips while she grew drowsy. "I'm sorry," he whispered, feeling like he needed to apologize yet again.

Mindy kissed him gently. "Thank you."

"I know I sound like a broken record, but I really hope you can forgive me…unless you already did."

She smiled. "Forgiveness will come tomorrow…but for tonight, you're just lucky I like the bed better with you in it."

Drake laughed as he kissed her head, feeling her nestle closer to him. "I'll take it."