I could not fall asleep at all. It was almost 12:30 and my eyes were red and puffy and my nose was dripping. I had stopped crying though but my eyes still stung.
Soon, I got up and went to my desk to grab the scrapbook Ed and I had both had. I skimmed through the pages and found my favorite pic of us.
I smiled and began to cry, but this time they were happy tears. It was a picture of us on top of my roof, with me in his lap, his muscular arms around me, and his chin in the crick of my neck, with the moon glowing on both of our pale faces.
I closed the book and just spun around in my chair until I got dizzy, almost puked, and then laughed at myself. I was happy without Ed for once.