I heard the door closed.
Soft. Final.
The sound echoed through the apartment long after her footsteps disappeared down the corridor.
For a moment, I stayed exactly where I was, eyes closed, body covered beneath the duvet she had pulled over me. My heart thudded so hard it felt like it might leap out of my chest. My lips still tasted like her lipstick. I let my tongue roll over them, tasting her again, before I slowly opened my eyes.
Wide.
Clear.
Awake.
Not drunken awake. Fully awake.
The room was quiet, wrapped in that heavy silence that only comes after something important has already happened. Her scent lingered in the air, clinging to the sheets, to my skin, and her lipstick still lingered on my lips tasting just like her. The only sound loud enough to exist was my own heartbeat, pounding relentlessly in my ears.
