LEILA MILLER. The moonlight trickled through the slightly parted open curtains, casting pale shadows across the room thanks to the moon light outside and the moon up above high, shinning brightly. I lay beside Matt, my body still warm from our time together, but my mind buzzed with restless thoughts. I should have felt content, wrapped in the embrace of the man i had loved for the last two years of my life. But, contrary to that, the same familiar ache stirred within me, one I could not shake no matter how hard I tried. I turned my head, watching Matt as he lay next to me, his breathing even and slow, already drifting into sleep. His arm was still draped over me, possessive even in slumber. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing, hoping it might calm the storm in my chest. That is what I usually try to do, for I heard it calms the mind. But tonight, like every other night lately, it did not work. Two years together, and still no real commitment. We
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