There were things Tiffany wanted to tell Taeyeon.

Like how she woke up feeling down; the bed that was once occupied by two was now one.

Taeyeon’s warmth gone from her; her face on a frown.

And the only thing to accompany her was the cry of the rain.

 Drizzles as it started which turned to torrents that mimicked her heart.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock chimed eight.

But the sun was nowhere to be seen. Like her lover, gone with the wind.

Tiffany closed her eyes. She wanted Taeyeon to know.

Her gentle fondles.

Her little tantrums.

Even the way she snores.

How much each of them meant to her.