Five Sentence Fiction:
I feel lost without you.
I become drawn to your old shirts, faded like the musky scent that stains them, the one that makes me feel like crawling into a soft bed with a thick overflowing doona and resting in that comfortable calming warmth of anothers embrace.
The street outside is empty, occasionally taunting me with the sounds of others alighting from their journey to seek the solace of home, and still I wait for those footsteps to reach that door and fill these silent corridors with your audacious humour and liveliness.
It becomes painful to dwell, and my heart suffers in a strange breathless clutch as my chest collapses under the weight of your absence.
I am unfamiliar with the experiences of love, but know that I crave your presence with such a haunting need that I would trail after you endlessly just to share in your company.
chasing your movements,
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