Cinco

Lying on her side with her face buried on a pillow, hands blindly searched for something on her left, only to grasp air. Eyes fluttering open, he lied there, all pearly whites and dimples, amber eyes wide and bright, staring back at her. But the fog that clouded her mind had dissipated.

That's right. He's not here anymore.

Biting her lip to counter the numbness, she reached for a stray pillow, tucking it between her legs and wrapping it with her arms. It was a futile attempt but she couldn't help it.

5:00 AM no longer had its glamour.