by moonsliver86

I couldn't sleep. For some strange reason, I just couldn't fall asleep.

Sick of just staring at the empty ceiling above, I shuffled out of bed and decided to walk around. Slightly parched, I headed to the kitchen, quickly drank down a glass and moved on. Wandering aimlessly, I found myself in front of your room. My hand instinctively reached for the doorknob and feeling the cool metal against my palm, I stopped. Cursing myself, I turned the doorknob, foolishly hoping that you would be there.

It was empty. It was supposed to be empty.

I felt for the light switch. The walls were dusty and it took me a while to finally find it. click

In moments, white light engulfed the darkness, revealing a twin-sized bed, two side tables, and a massive wooden closet - your wooden closet. I opened it and there they were, mementos of the past - our past - still untouched, still unclaimed. I walked across the room and picked up a small picture frame. In it was a picture taken of us, together. I reluctantly put it back down. I had to leave. I had to let it go. I let you go, didn't I?

I looked around one last time, looking for something that might still be there. With a soft and involuntary sigh, I turned off the lights and closed the door. I made my way back to the kitchen and poured myself another glass. And with one last sip, I headed back to my room where I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.