It had only been a few days since she left, and already, my room felt bigger. Too big. Too quiet. My bed looked untouched even though I'd slept in it every night. My pillow still smelled faintly like her shampoo, like she had left a ghost of herself just to mess with me.
I thought it would feel like a break. A chance to catch my breath. A chance to read without someone crawling onto my lap and distracting me with kisses, or whining into my ear until I gave in.
Instead, it just felt…wrong.
I found myself checking my phone too often, scrolling through messages she hadn't sent yet, half-expecting her to appear from behind my door even though she wasn't anywhere near.
Of course, Celestia wouldn't let me miss her in peace.
