Ash P.O.V
I was disappointed to awake in an empty bed this morning. Natalie’s scent filled the air and wafted like sweet spices on a Moroccan wind as I rolled in my sheets. Her note, that was placed next to me on her pillow calmed my anxious mind as it searched for her figure through sleepy eyes; I couldn’t help the void I instantly felt seeing her side of the bed empty, instinctively imagining that our whole relationship had been a dream up till now, a figment of my maddening imagination as a result of years of mourning and loneliness. I had dreamt about this so many times; waking to find she was no longer there. She had no clothes here; her existence wasn’t yet dotted around my room as a means of making herself at home. I would have to change that soon.
I saw Esme off to school a
