Story time

Leather of armchair is stiff from coldness, she sits there and her pale skin is shivering. She waits, waits to feel something, anything. Steaming coffee in her hands makes its way on her lips. The only thing that gives her any comfort.

Sound of breathing is only thing breaking the absolute silence, she embraces it. She raises her hand and presses it on window, leaving mark on frost. Nothing else. She desperately wants to be remembered, even for a second.

Sleepy mumbling breaks her focus. No, nothing to worry about, he is still sleeping.

She gets up from leather chair, leaves coffee mug on armrest. Every step makes floor boards creak, every step makes her anxious. She walks through coldness of the room, and stops next to one who's sleeping. Wishing she felt something, wishing that she wouldn't brake him. She caresses his dark and messy hair, lightly fondle his cheek.
She is almost sorry that he have to wake up alone and realize that she is gone, forever. Without explanation, without warning. She hopes that he would understand even when she knows that he won't, he could not.

Last look into the room, light from rising sun sifts through icy glass of window. The hand mark is almost gone, as is she. She opens the door, its paint is worn out and crackling, a few shaving falls on the floor making the tiniest sound. Last look into bed where he peacefully sleeps. Still nothing. She hopes that she felt sorry, but she won't. She is a loner, she always will be. She shuts the door behind her and takes deep breath. Solitude, only lover she has ever needed. She embraces her lover and vanishes. As vanishes mark on window glass.

Here ends the story. Well, not the story, the moment. At least for now. I hoped you guys enjoyed it! if not, too bad! I'm not sure if this is going to be on going thing in my blog, but one timer is also fine.