The house felt huge. Massive, the walls were too far apart and the ceilings too high. Every foot step echoed in the emptiness as every floor board squeaked.
It had been easy at work.. Normal, really, save the sad looks that all said, "I'm sorry honey, are you okay." And the worried smiles that passed by her office door. But home, home was different. It was bare somehow, cold, empty, and desolate.
She's gotten used to him creeping out from behind her bedroom door at the sound of her clambering in through the back porch. She was used to peering in the living room to find him asleep, bare chested on the couch. She was used to throwing her arms around him, nusseling his chest and complaining about her day. She was used to having him, just like before. But now, like before, he was gone.
Now she was alone. So alone. She's run alone, eat alone, sleep alone. Before when she had no plans, she relished it for she had more time to lie and laugh in his arms. Now... She just felt empty. Too much space. To much air. Not enough time. "Someday," she thought, "someday we'll have endless time together." But for today, she was... Alone.
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