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title: The Worst Yet
word count: 400+
I can't remember the last time I saw you, but there you are. You're standing at my door with those wide eyes I couldn't help but lose myself in. I try to remind myself of everything that happened, but all I can focus on is the small, crooked curve of your lips as you watch me and suddenly it doesn't matter.
"Come in," I say, stepping out of the way and holding the door open for you to walk through before I close it. "I missed you," I murmur, dropping my eyes to stare down at my hands while I play with my fingers.
"I know," you say, nodding a little and mimicking my actions as you step closer. "I missed you too," you tell me and reach out to hold my hands in yours.
I smile as my heartbeat echoes in my head, drowning out every rational thought as I lift my head to met your eyes.
You smile back and for a moment we're just suspended in time.
Then one hand is on my cheek, thumb brushing over the curve of my jaw as I stay frozen while you lean closer and I can feel your breath hot on my skin.
All the memories of how we used to be are coming back to me, breath caught in my throat as I'm leaning in to close the gap between our lips.
Gasping, I sit in my bed and try to catch my breath as my eyes scan the dark room. I can only make out shadows cast by the moon outside my window and the empty space next to me where you used to be. I can almost feel your hand on my back the way it used to be when I'd wake up from a nightmare, rubbing lazy circles into my spine until I was laying back down and curling up into your side to fall asleep again.
I realize I really do miss you despite my efforts to convince myself otherwise and this the worst nightmare yet, but you're not there so I'm left to find my own way back to sleep. Laying back against my pillow, I stretch my arm out to where you would be and scratch my fingers lightly over the sheets, imagining your warmth still lingering there after all this time. I eventually begin to drift back to sleep, hoping to dream of anything but you.
word count: 400+
I can't remember the last time I saw you, but there you are. You're standing at my door with those wide eyes I couldn't help but lose myself in. I try to remind myself of everything that happened, but all I can focus on is the small, crooked curve of your lips as you watch me and suddenly it doesn't matter.
"Come in," I say, stepping out of the way and holding the door open for you to walk through before I close it. "I missed you," I murmur, dropping my eyes to stare down at my hands while I play with my fingers.
"I know," you say, nodding a little and mimicking my actions as you step closer. "I missed you too," you tell me and reach out to hold my hands in yours.
I smile as my heartbeat echoes in my head, drowning out every rational thought as I lift my head to met your eyes.
You smile back and for a moment we're just suspended in time.
Then one hand is on my cheek, thumb brushing over the curve of my jaw as I stay frozen while you lean closer and I can feel your breath hot on my skin.
All the memories of how we used to be are coming back to me, breath caught in my throat as I'm leaning in to close the gap between our lips.
Gasping, I sit in my bed and try to catch my breath as my eyes scan the dark room. I can only make out shadows cast by the moon outside my window and the empty space next to me where you used to be. I can almost feel your hand on my back the way it used to be when I'd wake up from a nightmare, rubbing lazy circles into my spine until I was laying back down and curling up into your side to fall asleep again.
I realize I really do miss you despite my efforts to convince myself otherwise and this the worst nightmare yet, but you're not there so I'm left to find my own way back to sleep. Laying back against my pillow, I stretch my arm out to where you would be and scratch my fingers lightly over the sheets, imagining your warmth still lingering there after all this time. I eventually begin to drift back to sleep, hoping to dream of anything but you.