Their limbs entangled between the sheets as they gazed at each other. She took a deep breath, trying to take in as much as she can the image of him in front of her. His deep soulful eyes, the number of times she got lost in them were countless. His chiseled face and the rough facial hair she'd tease him about but secretly loved. She smiled at him, wishing he'd miss her when she was not around and think about her every waking moment. She knew when this whirlwind week was over, that was what she'd be doing... missing, yearning, thinking. She wondered if he really felt the way he said he did, or was she to him only an object of lust. Something so convenient and within reach, it was hard to resist. She hope that was not the case because to her, he was more than that. He was her mirror, the male version of her. As he leaned closer to kiss her, she closed her eyes and waited. Reaching forward to touch him, she opened her eyes with a start. Sitting up in her bed as her eyes adjusted to the darkness she realised she was alone.
Lying back down and hugging herself, she shook every thought of him out of her head. Clearly she was in this alone. Her feelings for him and about him were hers alone. He wanted no part of them, much less reciprocated them. Somehow if she thought that way, it was easy to move on. She thought about what woke her up. Was she really just something he lusted for and not cared about or loved or even liked? To be toyed with is one thing but to be taken for granted just like that was more heart breaking. Enough is enough, if he missed her she'll know. She got out of bed and turned the light on. Looking at herself in the mirror she undid her hair, combing her fingers through and letting it fall the way she liked it. Taking a bottle of cleaning agent in one hand and a rag in the other she purposely strode down her hallway to the smudged drawing staring menacingly back at her. It had to be done. With vigour, she cleaned every trace of his work. Finally, when it was done she stood back and looked at the white walls. Satisfied, she went back to her room and crawled back into bed. Removing any reminder of him was a start, she knew though that despite all that the memories live and is accessible whenever she wants them. For now they were safe at the back of her mind.