I curled up close to her, pulling my body against hers, pressing myself up close so maybe we could merge and become one. Maybe I could dissapear and live the rest of my days as a part of her. It was almost dawn. I could see the sun creeping over the trees, taunting, teasing, grinning. I shut my eyes and whimpered softly. This was it. She was leaving and I knew it. "This is the worst feeling." "They tell me a person can get over anything." "That doesn't change the fact that I'm feeling this right now." "It's already over." I opened my eyes, my fingers gripping air, my arms hugging space. The position she was in was burned into my mind, but the cold spot next to me was vacant. This is when my mind crashes. The sting behind my eyes gives up and my face self destructs. This is when nothing can happen, but a muffled scream of FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is when I honest to God know, I'm not happy.