Interlude (7)

Two weeks.

Two long weeks.

That is how long he will be away from her. That is how long he will miss her smell and touch. That is how long he will miss her warmth and kisses.

Which is unbearable, so to speak. He knows the nights well, for he has spent most of his time alone with his thoughts. He knows the lonely shadow who constantly hovers around the room, moving with the speed of the ceiling fan above him. It is the comfort of years being spent in his room, with his own mind and shadow.

Yes, he might be content with all that, but deep inside, he knows one undeniable truth.

He misses her.

More than he can imagine.