A dark and lonesome street in the middle of the night. Hands stuffed into warm pockets, Savannah finds sleep eluding her again. A sigh escapes her lips, plume of icy breath puffing like a miniature cloud. Feeling a snap of chilly wind pass her, she’ll close her eyes. Knowing exactly why she can’t sleep and what she could precisely use to make her drift off. And it wasn’t booze. It wasn’t a hot drink. No drugs either. Involuntarily, she allowed a shiver to pass through her. Thinking about pair of warm, muscular arms wrapping around her from behind.

Nights like these seemed to be unnecessarily cruel to her. Where all she could even think about was him. Vice. Vice Collins. Thinking about the biggest mistake she had ever made in her twenty-five year existence. Disappearing from the very good thing she had with him. All because of her own insecurity. She had never been so head-over-heels like that in her life. If she ever got a second chance, though it wasn’t likely - she would work it out. She wouldn’t disappear. Forever with him. It’s all she ever saw. No less. And anything more he could give her.

The crosswalk she approached was blinking the walk signal and there was no traffic. So she sprinted quickly from one side to the other. Making a quick stop into a 24-hour mart and then slipping out with a single bag full of some snacks that’ll keep her stomach content, but not her heart. Eventually, she’ll follow the route she had just taken back towards her apartment. The wind swirling around and through her hair. Blowing it into her eyes which were already stinging with tears as she came towards her building.

Stopping on the spot, her mind decided to flashback on her.

Vice was coming in the door, wearing a dark green shirt and pair of black slacks. Damn did he ever look good in even the simplest clothes. Immediately, he’d apologized for taking so long with the food. But the Chinese place had mixed up his end of the order. So he had to wait for them to make his fresh. He came over, leaned, kissed her forehead. Touching. Even in the smallest amount. Leaning up, she’s now ready to forget the food and taste something else completely different. Him. Their lips catch.

A shuddering, deep breath escapes her. Suddenly it’s hard to focus and she’s back in reality.

“Damnit...” Even her words seem to catch in her throat.