Now I stare blankly out the window. Taking in the view and if I close my eyes I swear I can feel him play with my hair like he used to. Combing his fingers through it, before laying a kiss on my head.

"August?" Atlantic whispers as I start to fall asleep. I hum not opening my eyes as the pills I have taken pull me into the darkness I seek.

A place with no noise,

no pain...

nothing.

"It's so very cold here."