I didn’t see Gabriel again that night, not even at bedtime, which for some reason, made the whole situation feel worst. It had only been a few nights since I’d started sleeping next to him, but that night, I couldn’t get comfortable enough to sleep without the warmth of his body next to mine. I’ve never been so miserable in my life; not even his scent on his pillow was enough to soothe me.
I barely slept a wink because I kept getting up to see if he’d returned feeling empty each time I saw that he wasn’t there. The longer that went on, the emptier I felt inside. I’ve known him only a short while, but already it felt as if I couldn’t live without him, and the silence was killing me almost as much as the distance I felt growing between us as time went on. I wanted to go apologize to him wherever he was but was too afraid to face him lest he says something that would hurt my feelings.