Lonely Day
He'd been lying in bed for hours now. Just staring at the ceiling, thinking about her. He was pretty damn sure no one had ever been as lonely as he'd been. He missed having her close to him. He couldn't remember the last time he ate, the last time he slept. He was just missing her too much, too lonely without her beside him. She didn't know when she was going to be back, he didn't either. The next time they had to go on a run he was going with. He couldn't keep doing this. He was making himself sick with worry. She'd wanted it this way though. She wanted to prove herself, not just to him but to everyone, including herself. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He needed her to come back, like right now. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He sure as hell wouldn't miss this day, not once for the rest of his life. Once she got back, he wasn't letting her out of his sight again.