Her eyes close on their own cord. The tears threatening to fall abay. The liquid's acidic feel burning the girls orbs. He was once again gone. The only thing he left behind his scent which was forever stuck to the pillow next to the one her head rested. He went to her once more, as if he hadn't spent the whole day fucking her.
At that thought the treacherous liquid escapes. Lining rivers down until absorbed by the pillow as always. He was leaving, going to her as always. The love of his life.
He had never cared about her before thus she was not suprised. It had always been like that for the past two or so years of their marrige.