Goodbye my almost lover,
Goodbye my hopeless dream.
***
The soft whispers reached Jay's ears as he took in their voices from the hallway. He leaned over and then sat straight up. Her scent. Her scent was still in his bed. He quickly pushed himself away, falling to the floor as he pressed against the wall, holding his breath so he wouldn't taste her. He shook with the effort to not cry. He hated how weak she had made him. Hated how she had left him open and vulnerable. Daisy, Daisy, Daisy.
Her name ran through his head over and over. He looked around the room. There was nothing to show that she had been inside, except her scent. Her scent that would eventually fade away to nothing. Jay stood up and forced himself to calm down.
He knew this moment was coming. He knew he could love her,
