Her heart was absent.
She could faintly register the sounds of people laughing, talking, smiling. Carefree, a completely different world.
There was a cavern in her chest. The only thing in her mind as she stared out the empty window was ‘where is he?‘
She never thought it would come to this point, silently waiting for him to come over that crest and smile at her again, the old routine, before joining the party. And she would smile back, because her spirits would lift again, and she could go on with her life knowing he was there, absence lifted…
But it was getting late now, and he did so often come late that it figured this would happen. But it had already been several hours, and she could no longer pretend she was enjoying the party without him.
He would come over that crest any moment now, she was sure. He had no idea her happiness hinged on his arrival, or surely he wouldn’t be this late. She wished she had the strength to tell him, to blame him, but that infectious smile blazed her world alight, made it seem not so cold…
The next day, she saw the news. Dead in a car crash, on the highway over. Reckless driving, was the cold conclusion.
Her heart was dead.
Prompt from Trifecta.