The last bit of wine lay in droplets on the corner of her lips. Her thoughts are muddled into a soup of confusion, loneliness and sadness. The sheets lay beneath her bare body, pale and prickly from the cold. The starch light filters into the room. making her skin even more haunting and ghostly. Lavender half moons lay under the brim of her eyes accompanied with navy blue veins, and even darker shades of lavender. Her thoughts slowly form a shield around her body. A feeling of emptiness. A void in her happiness, now filled with darkness.
The warmth from the spot next to her on her tiny bed, slowly lifts up and dissipates into the room. The imprint of another body which had just beside her the night before had disappeared. As if a ghost slowly fading into the air. She felt abandoned. He had taken the warmth away from her, as his arms untangled from her grasp. She looked out in front of her,imagining him grabbing the silver door handle. A flicker of light flashed as she turned the knob in his hands in his calloused hands. She whispered “don’t” as the door creaked open, and with a click he was gone.
She lays on her side, staring at the door handle, the memory playing in her head over and over again and she gets submerged in a dangerous sadness. One where you feel completely void and cold. Not really thinking at all, but rather where you’re a sort of zombie unable to control your thoughts as you usually would. The air is bitterly cold and forms goosebumps upon her skin, as the sun’s intensity increases throughout the room.
Her eyes grow heavier and she finds herself asleep, sinking deeper into her thoughts.
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