AngelicInferno

Words linger on his tongue, but they never make it out into the open. He's spoken enough words for tonight. Nothing more to be said. When he wakes up, there's empty space next to him, and he flattens a hand out across the sheets. Residual body heat, faintly there, but scorching all the same, and he feels oddly numb inside. Passes a woman he vaguely remembers from somewhere, and a funny story springs into his head. Turns to tell it with the beginning of a smile on his lips, and faces thin air. Snaps his mouth shut as his smile fades and there's something hurting in his chest. Couch still with depressions from two people on it. Sits down in