It's been hours since he returned to his apartment, and he already cannot stand it.
Not the apartment, no. he missed being home. He missed his bed.
He missed the food, the comfort of his home …
No, what he cannot stand is the agony he feels any moment he spends without Travis. He misses him.
So much.
It's been less than twelve hours since they were together, and he can't stand the hollowness in his chest.
The way he wants to curl in on himself and cry. He doesn't understand why the ache is there, more than before.
He is confused, but he has no time for thinking about it, not when the persistent thing in his mind is Travis.
Day twists in his bed, before giving up and sitting up. Outside, a raging storm would normally comfort him, but right now it only deepens his loneliness.
The absence that shouldn't be there, the space that the alpha he wants should fill.
With a sigh, he drags his form out of the bed and walks to his bedroom window. He draws the curtain and looks outside.
