As the door shut, the girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open, wishing that he would come back, that he at least would kiss her goodbye. That he would acknowledge her presence in any way before he slipped out of her life for such a long time. She sat up and wrapped the covers around her to keep the warmth her body had built up throughout the night. She stared at the door, willing him to remember something he had forgotten, just so he would return and could see that she was awake, that she had been the entire time, and come back to her. But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. She sighed unhappily, heartbroken and lay down again, rolling her head over to the pillow that bore his scent, the one he had been sleeping on. His presence still lingered there, the pillow still a bit warmer than the rest of them, and a bit of his scent still intact. She breathed in, puling him closer in mind and spirit. Her head swirled, her gaze became blurry and something sank in her chest when realization hit her with so much force that for a while, the girl was certain that her heart stopped beating just for a split of a second. It wasn’t fair of him, just to leave her like this, craving more and falling wildly out of control.