Months had passed and he had honestly lost count of how many it had been. It wore heavy on him. Not knowing the real reason why. Not knowing where he had gone. Not knowing when or if he’d even come back.
This was a home they had made together. No it may not have been the best place in the world. But it was theirs. It barely had that feeling anymore. Hollow walls with fading memories that only returned in dreams. Like they’re determined to cause him pain. His mind was his own enemy.
Breakdowns were had and it only wore further on his mental health. There was no comfort. No support system. He had isolated himself in the monotony of just trying to get by. It was a cycle that turned draining very quickly. Everything showed in his face and the way he held his shoulders. There was a heavy weight to them and it drug the bags under his eyes further down.
The days continued on and he remembered to take care of the plants and the fluffball that was his cat. But when it came to caring for himself, some things fell through the cracks. Like eating or sleeping. But sleep was the only peace he got. It was where sea green eyes and dirty blond hair and the widest smile on suntanned skin lived.
Maybe if he could sleep for long enough, the image would never not be real. He could live with hands joined with his and those lips that were so ready to press love into his skin or sing the melodies that made everything easier. Yea...he could do that. In a few days at least. He should probably wrap everything up first. That would only be right.