Midnight blue hugs the sky, embelished with a white lining  and a silver crescent moon. The stars are left unsewn; It's dazzle stashed far away in the shelfs of the galaxy.

She sits on the bed, the duvet left hanging on the edge. She's cold but doesn't bother seeking warmth with it as she desires for a much more different if not complex form of warmth

She needs him.

The feeling of being stripped away from love, devoid of genuine happiness seeps into her skin  and penetrates into the bones as darkness clouds her soul. She is tied down to surviving alone as a choking feeling  feeling invades and caves itself deep in . Soon enough, salty tears wets her porcelain face as she gasps a little more for air.