Elizabeth’s fingers gripped the side of the sink at home. Her cheeks were stained wet even though she promised herself she would hold it together. Her heart was aching from the loss of the man she was in love with. His body now buried where his voice no longer soothed nightmares or his kisses healed her. She wanted to scream out in fury because of the ache in her chest. She wanted him back; she wanted to have her forever with him. As she stepped back she slid down the wall, desperately in need of a hope to hold onto.
This drabble will follow the final installment of the five part drabble series, tomorrow. It will conclude this mini story in the 100 drabble challenge.