What a beautiful drabble Pale Marionette. Such a sense of loss.

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Hazy sunlight fights through smog covered skies and drifts into half open windows, warming her face. A chorus of people, car horns, and sirens sing from ten stories below.

She slowly wakes in her lover’s embrace. His warm arms hug her tightly and she snuggles deeper. Inhaling his scent, a whiff of cigarette smoke and spicy Italian food fills her nostrils making her smile. Only he smells like this. Here with her love, she finally belongs somewhere.

Her arm reaches out, but the bed beside her is cold and has been empty all night. The city was her only companion.