be kind

There's an unspoken agreement as they climb out of bed, light just beginning to return to the sky, and quietly gather their things. The soft pelt of rain is the only meaningful break in the silence. The bed was warm and there was comfort wrapped in his arms. The harsh temperature of January has seeped through the windows, they feel it through their body and down their spine as they quickly dress, fighting the desire to retreat under the covers. The form still in bed has fallen back asleep, breathing evenly, it appears sleep was more important than questioning the loss of them beside him. They stand there for a moment simply watching, now fully dressed with a packed bag hanging off their shoulder. Their head is empty, but the pang in their chest is more coherent than any thoughts on the situation could be anyways. With one last look and a shallow sigh, they silently head into the hallway and down to the bathroom. It's too early for harsh lights. Using the gray glow of morning, they grab the toothbrush kept here for them, taking in their reflection. Pronounced dark circles, hair unkempt and a faded shade of green, glasses sitting on the end of their nose. Their irises remain a bold blue, offering life where there isn't any. When finished, they silently pad back down the hallway. Passing his door they long again to return to bed, but continue to the kitchen. Outside the rain has settled into a thick mist. They stare at the kettle and contemplate making coffee, but a look at the oven clock lets them know there's no time. There never is.