The clock struck one. Between sobs she places a hand on the empty space next to her on the bed. “I am strong. I’ll take care of our kids and your parents. I’ll make your dreams happen. I will.”
“My irate boss. That colleague who waits to get into the crowded lift with me. Crowded buses with cheap guys. Lewd remarks as I pass the wine shop. Our seemingly concerned neighbor. That aunt and her “kind” son. They don’t change, just feel worse.”
“I miss confiding and sleeping in your arms, your reassuring hugs. If only you were here.”
100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe prompt of 'if only you were here'