[action/ closed]
[It wasn't so bad the first time, late into the night when she woke up and they were still there. Close, not close, they were still there. Going back to sleep was comforting, it was almost like old times. And then she opened her eyes again and they were gone.
It wasn't surprising. Or sad. It was just empty, void of any strong feeling.
So for the greater part of the day she's just about chosen not to move from her spot on the couch, curled up with her knees near her chest and Clay's over-shirt on. Just thinking about the day before, eyes closed.]