He Left Me Alone

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Waking up in the middle of the night was the only thing I hated about sleeping. I was afraid of sounds nature made at night.

But then, I could easily reach for his hand, and slid my fingers between his. And everything would be fine again.

But one night, I woke up in the middle of the night. My body was covered in sweat. I reached for his hand, but it wasn't there. And I remembered.

Remembering this opened the fresh scar on my heart. It was throbbing again.

I tried to hold back the tears. I wasn't trying that hard. They came out anyway.

"I miss you, Logan."

I whispered to nothing but darkness.