" She lays with her head against the pillow, while her back is against the world. Time crawls by as he starts to inch away, though his silhouette still remains between the sheets. Without turning around to reveal his now stone cold bright eyes, he floats on through the walls. Leaving her to bask in the outlines of his memory, retracing over his steps and wrinkles. She looks over to her right, and all that's left is a made up memory. His scent is still fresh, while his warmth still lingers upon the mattress. She centers her body upon the bed to fill the missing space. The deafening silence penetrates her ears, creating a blur of buzzes. Eyes r