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Kyra had never felt colder than now on this cool winter morning.
There, wrapped in their her warm blanket, she lay. Their Her bed had never felt so uncomfortable. Sure, it was still as soft and silky as it always was, but it was different. It felt foreign. It didn't feel like she belonged.
She stared, unblinking, at the empty space beside her. It had been months since she last saw him. Months since they last shared the warmth and comfort of this bed together. Since then, she had woken up every morning with an ever-growing pit in her stomach.
Kyra missed him.
She never thought she would miss any person as much as she missed him. She didn't even know she was capable of feeling this way until now. Even during her time away with Rams, she felt as if she didn't miss him as much, purely because she knew she would see him again...
But this was different. She had no idea where he was. No idea why he left. No idea if he would even come back.
Kyra could feel the pit in her stomach growing deeper.
Reaching out towards the empty side of the bed, she grabs his pillow and holds it tightly. She often did this on those occasional mornings when she succumbed to her painful thoughts.
Kyra buries her face into the soft pillow, closing her eyes, her claws clutching at the fabric. She could still smell him faintly, as the shadow of his scent still lingered on his pillow.
How funny, that the closest thing she had to him was a pillow.
Kyra smiles weakly and chokes out a quiet sound, whether a laugh or a sob she couldn't tell.
He would be back. He had to be back. He wouldn't just leave her, would he?
What if he got bored of her? What if he decided she wasn't interesting enough to be around anymore?
Would that be enough reason to leave and not come back?
Kyra's arms tighten around the pillow, her neck craning forward. Her closed eyes stung, and she felt as if she was suffocating. She could barely breathe, her nostrils blocked by the fabric. But, with every feeble breath she took, he was there.
"Paradox..."
She was barely able to choke out his name before tears slipped through her eyelids. She clenches her teeth together tightly, trying to fight back the pathetic sobs she hated hearing from herself. But it was no use.
His pillow caught her tears as she wept. His pillow hushed her cries as she wailed. His pillow gave her warmth on this cold winter morning.
His pillow barely smelled like him anymore.