I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the silence of the room settle around me. Yura's absence was palpable, the warmth of her presence replaced by a cold emptiness that seemed to seep into every corner of my being. My heart ached with a longing that was both physical and emotional, a deep-seated need to be near her that I couldn't shake. The maids had done their best to make me comfortable, but nothing could fill the void left by Yura's departure.
I turned onto my side, pulling the blankets up to my chin as if that could somehow bring me closer to her. The soft fabric brushed against my skin, but it wasn't the same as feeling her beside me, her warmth enveloping me in a cocoon of love and safety. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine her there with me, her voice soothing me as she whispered sweet nothings into my ear. But the fantasy only made the reality more unbearable.
