The bed was warm. Deep grey sheets spilled over her body. Saturday morning. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be. Her body sank deeper into the mattress as she shifted to face the window. Outside, winter was relentless. Cold. Harsh. Her breath fell easily, silently. All the while, his smell lingered. To her left, his breathing stayed constant, peaceful. She inched closer to the window, relishing the coolness of air seeping in.

Quickly, she slipped from the bed and dressed. Closing the door gently behind her. Sharp air beat at her face as her steps quickened towards the iced over car. Her eyes pierced the bleak sky as she tilted her head upwards to welcome the day.

Inside, he turned and reached across the bed to feel the empty grey sheets. His hand smoothed over the indentation she had left behind moments before. His deep brown eyes gazed at the door momentarily, until his tiredness moved him back to sleep.

Who was willing to listen to the screams of her silence?

 

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