Blow to the Heart

Christine

I stretched, my back arching backward, half wanting to feel Sebastian's morning wood next to me. Only, I was left with soft pillows encompassing my body in a perfect little nest. Groaning, I rolled over to smell in the spice scent he left. It was still warm, surprising since I always thought vampires to be cold, but he never was to me.

Inhaling one more time, a soft petal fell on my cheek. The sweet soft smells of roses had me wake up seeing the blood-red coloring against the white sheets. Picking up the rose that had the thorns meticulously removed, the rustling of a letter fell to my lap.

Stunning, calligraphy lettering written to perfection held my name. The lonely pang of disappointment was now gone, and excitement surged.

'Christine,'

It read, my heart almost exploded how decorated he made my name. It stood out far more intricate and delicate than any other wording inside the letter like he spent time creating a piece of art that represented me.

'I'm sorry to leave yo