CLAIRE
I whimper at the loss of Erik's touch. I crave his gaze, his smell, his kiss, all of him. Erik leaves me standing in the middle of my room, and it feels like he took a piece of my heart with him.
I go back to my bed and cover myself with the sheets, suddenly feeling cold. The window is closed, so I'm sure it's not because of the breeze. I think my fever is coming back, but I hope I'm wrong.
I don't think I will be able to sleep peacefully tonight, not after what just happened. It's only a few hours before breakfast, anyway, so I might as well just stay up. After turning off the light, I try to imagine that Erik is still here with me.
It is easier said than done, though. The empty space beside me is kind of hard to ignore, especially when Erik's scent is all over my bed. Erik
