Love wanted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
One night, she lays awake trying to get some sleep.

Submitted: May 18, 2015

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She laid there awake; her insomnia was acting up again. Her mind had been wandering for hours, slowly, aggravatingly slow, ticking by. Silence filled the house. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.
She hated the silence. It made her feel anxious; especially at night when anything could happen. She had to get her mind of the silence. She needed to think of something, anything. She began to think of what tomorrow would hold for her.'What is the weather going to be like tomorrow? Maybe I will wear a sweater. Do I want to wear my normal sweater or my sweater dress? I think my sweater dress is in the laundry,' she thought, anything to make the quiet go away. Suddenly her lover, sleeping next to her, stirred. She worried that she had been speaking aloud this whole time. 
He rolled over and gently draped his arm over her hip. The gesture startled her for a second. He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. Her body, at a slight curve, fit perfectly in the crease of his body. Warmth emanated from his body. Her back grew warmer every second he held her close. The hear was very calming to her. His arms clung close to her, almost defensively, as if he was protecting her from the outside world. She dare not move in fear of this perfect moment ending.
He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and whispered, "I love you so much," in her ear. 
"I love you more," she whispered back, but no response. She listened closely but only heard his soft breathing. He had fallen back asleep. "I win," she muttered. She closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep in his arms. The slow breaths calmed her; it reminded her she was not alone. She had no need to be anxious; fore, her love was there to protected her.
She awoke in her bed abruptly. The house had become quiet. The clock's tick was the only sound, once more.The warmth, that she could have sworn was real, had disappeared. All that was left was a empty, cold void. She was alone in the real world. She curled up into a ball under her blanket, trying to make up for the lost of warmth. She closed her eyes as tight as she could, in a pathetic attempt to squeeze the pain away. She clench her shirt in front of her chest. The empty void had moved from her back to her heart.


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