3:27 am

She blinked into the darkness as she lay sprawled across her bed. Curling onto her side she looked at the clock beside her, 3:27 am. Turning over, she pulled her favorite pillow into her arms and buried her face into it. The tears flowed freely as memories began to come faster now. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping to block them from her thoughts, but they kept coming. Her mind slowed on the sound of a knock on her door and the memory of his face peeking around as he entered her room. It was late, not as late as now, but she was in bed and ready to go to sleep. She sat up when she saw his face and a smile crossed her lips. He whispered, “Hi.” And she crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She could remember the feel of his arms circling around her waist and pulling her closer to him. She remembered how it felt when his hand touched her cheek and tilted her lips toward his. She remembered the butterflies that seemed to never stop while he was around. Until they did. The memory faded as she gasped for air between sobs. 

One day, she thought. One day I’ll be happy again. Her entire body shook as another gasp escaped her lips. One day. But not today. She thought as she closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep.


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