As the wind howls and the rain pounds on the window, she lays on that Queen sized mattress alone. Reminiscing of the times he’d be there to hold her on nights like this. The warmth of his skin against hers as he would wrap his protective arms around her. The way he made her feel like in that moment of bliss, she was invincible. How every time the thunder shook the window pane and the lightning illuminated the room, his pull would grow tighter. The slow relaxed rhythm of his breath on her neck. The smell of his cologne and the feel of his heart beat.
On nights like this she dies a little more inside, because now he’s gone. Her escape. Her protector. Her sanity. Her everything. Gone forever, never to return.
Her world was taken from her because of a night like this..