*One last time* she almost laughed out loud at the thought. Whatever made her believe that this wasn't the last time. She knew somewhere deep within her, that she would hear his voice again, but now... now she was alone. He wasn't here to comfort her, he wasn't here to hold her when she needed him. He wasn't here. That was the simple fact that gnawed at her soul. He wasn't here where she wanted him to be.

       She thought that with time, she would have grown accustomed to this distance, but she hadn't. That maybe, after a while he wouldn't feel so far away, but she had been fooling her self. He had been gone for so long. There were so many nights that she needed him. It was the nights that were the worse. At night, the tensions of the day would weigh heavy on her soul. Without him, some nights she felt the weight of her burdens, of her fears crushing her. Taking with them her last breath, her strength, all that she was. In the comfort of his voice, in the words he spoke she found her strength. He was her salvation, her release. Without him, she had discovered a loneliness unknown before and yet with him she had found a happiness that was breath taking.

       Surrounded by people, friends and acquittances, she felt alone. A loneliness so deep she could feel it in every pore of her body. Walking through a room, a fragrance, a fragment of a conversation would bring thoughts of him to her mind. Always with those thoughts of him, a smile would cross her face. Never had a day gone by that a thought of him had not entered her mind. Thoughts in all forms and manners circle within her mind, her heart, her very being.

       Sighing she rose from the chair and walked across the room to the window. The rain outside was a comfort to her, it reminded her of him. But then, so did many things. Staring out into the night she thought she saw him, standing there in the shadows, but as usual it was her mind playing tricks on her. He was gone, his returning was something she wished for nightly but she knew in her heart he would not return. He had left to search for what he needed, answers. Answers that until he found them, he wouldn't be complete.

       Turning from the window, she makes her way to the bedroom. Sliding into bed, she glances back to the window. The sound of the rain is soft and soothing, so much like his voice. As she closes her eyes to dream, he is waiting there for her. His hazel eyes, sear through to her soul, imprinting themselves on her heart. Her last thought before the bounds of sleep take her is to hear his voice ... one last time.