Five: Eliana Is Gone.

DENVER.

The cold air blew past the curtains, filling the room with an eerie atmosphere. I turned around before opening my eyes, she wasn’t there. It was a fortnight and usually the morning after, Eliana stayed in my bed.

She would’ve somehow managed to squeeze herself into my arms, cuddling tight like a monster was going to get a hold of her. And when I would open my eyes, they would be on her forehead. Her hair would get into my mouth and her vanilla fragrance would fill the room.

“I’m sorry!” Her voice was usually so soft and delicate, especially in the mornings, she would say that before pulling away as if she wouldn’t end up in my arms the next time we spent the night together. I would scoff but a smirk would cripple my lips when I turned away.

However, this was the first morning after a fortnight that Eliana wasn’t in my bed. It was Claire who was, a hooker slumped by the edge about a distance from me. I cringed the moment I opened my eyes.

The room felt so empty, my arms were.