She knows
She’s sitting there with the hot mug, swirling her tea, and warming her hands. She swears she can feel his hot breath on her neck, tickling her cheek. She can feel him sitting right behind her. And for a moment she just is. Everything is perfect. And then the tears come crashing down her cheeks and his breath vanishes because she knows. She knows it’s a fantasy because he’s gone. Lost forever. And in a moment the feeling is back. She could have sworn she just heard him say it would be alright. Whispering in her ear, like he used to. And for a moment her breath catches, hoping maybe he’ll walk through the door. But it leaves her a few seconds later and she feels her heart crash right to the floor. It’s another breath she takes while he cannot. And she can’t stop the tears because she knows.