She leaned over to hold him, but he was gone. She gently ran her fingers over the pillow he had slept on the night before. Had they really slept together or was it merely a dream? She didn't want to wake up, knowing what his absence meant. She hated her. She never met her, but she hated her just the same. She held his heart, even if he never admitted it. She wondered if his partner felt the same way as he did.
The sun made its way through her shades, forcing her to get up. She looked outside. She loved New York in the winter, especially when it was Christmas. But today, she hated the cold. He left and didn't tell her where he was going or why. She knew that he was off today. She made her way to the kitchen and made some coffee. She looked out her kitchen window and thought about the night before.
Bosco looked longingly at her and she knew what the look meant. She leaned over and softly kissed him. He wanted her and he wanted her right there and then. "Not here." She whispered. "Wait until we get home." She took her last sip of wine and they began the long cold walk back to her apartment.
They were barely in the door when he started tugging at her jacket to get it off. He absently closed the door behind him. The only lights on in the place were from the lights of New York City. There was something romantically enticing about them and he, as much of a romantic skeptic as he was, he recognized it. He pulled her shirt off, bearing her porcelain skin. Within moments, he was in her. She had never felt such pleasure before.
But that was last night. Where was he now? He was gone. No word. Nothing. She sipped her coffee, feeling betrayed. It wasn't like they were strangers. They had known each other a year at this point and had been dating for a better part of it, but she knew he wasn't there. He never was. He never gave her all of him. She wanted to hate him for it, but she couldn't. After all, it's hard to fight a memory.
Faith Yokas. A name she resented. She never wanted to hear it again. Every story told was 'Faith and me this…Faith and me that…" She slammed her fist on the counter. Faith Yokas. You bitch! He'll never love another as he loves you. Give him back his heart! She yelled in her head. She feels the tears coming. She loves him. She loves Officer Boscorelli. Loves him like she's never loved anyone before, but he loves Faith Yokas. His partner. The apparent holder and keeper of the key to his heart.
She hates Faith Yokas. She hates him. She hates mornings.