Her soft touch engraved in his soul.

The room was dark, exactly the same way it was everytime they'd been here. Except, this time she wasn't here.

İt was cold, he longed for her warmth.
İt was dark, he longed for her light.

Slender fingers, they traced the stone floor absently, the hollowness yet to leave.

He let his head on the ground, a single tear escaping his eyelid as he prepared for rest. Or what he called rest these days.

Her laugh sounded in his ears as he gave himself up to the kidnapper that was sleep.

There was a time that his own laughter had mingled with that sound.

With no light in the darkroom
I shouldn't get used to it