"Oh yeah," she hears the smile in his voice as it echoes through her mind.   Her hands automatically reach for the bear he got for her a couple months back.   Her eyes shut as she inhales deeply. It smells like comfortable fall nights with stars and warm drinks. It smells like laughter. It smells like home. It smells like him.   "Come back," she whispers, expecting no response.   But when the bed feels like it suddenly dips and she thinks she hears a sigh, her eyes flash open and she's struck with the same nothingness and darkness in her room.   And it hurts all over again, and it's just what she doesn't want, so she curls back into the same self-comforting position in his old cardigan and her eyes are slowly shutting.   And it comes back to her all over again, "Oh yeah," she hears the smile in his voice as it echoes through her mind.