I sighed and looked around the room. Ryan was either off at another interview or with his professor. After getting his writing published, he began getting more offers and more interviews. He spent the majority of his time now focusing on that.

I was proud of him, but hated how much time it took away from us. We were just starting to get better again. He started holding me again at night and kissing me when one of us would leave.

I was on the couch trying to finish homework, but my mind wouldn't focus. It all felt like too much at once. I glanced over at the clock and saw it flashing 10:35. Ryan still wasn't home. I wasn't even sure when he would be home.

I sighed and started getting ready for bed. I put on one of Ryan's hoodies, loving the way it held his scent. I went back to the couch to put my homework away, but found myself curling up into the cushions in a little ball. I slowly drifted to sleep with the memory of being in Ryan's arms. I missed him.