Literature
If You Weren't There
The sun beamed down through the window, casting pools of sunshine on the bed. A shadow was thrown over a man's face, still asleep. Slowly he opened his eyes to the sound of two birds calling outside the window, joyful to be alive in the warmth of the sun. They chirped and chattered on the window ledge, two splashes of colour on a blank beige wall. One spread its wings and jumped off the ledge, soaring away on the breeze. The other followed after it, chirping its delight to the wind and its partner.
The man rolled over, the covers twisting around his legs. He knew, without having to look to his side, that he was alone. She was gone.
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