The night was longer than any other he had before. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pretend that all was well.
At some point, he resorted to just closing his eyes. Mark had no idea when sleep eventually took over when he heard the sound of his beeping phone.
The sharp shrieking sound was a nuisance that made him groan. He wiped the heavy fog of sleep off his eyes and looked around.
It took him a while to realize that he was alone in bed. A sense of urgency filled his heart only to calm down when he saw her back facing him.
Sitting at the window was the woman who had set his world aflame not too long ago. She was still in his shirt with a glass of wine in hand.
Strange as it was, he found it comforting that she was drinking. He sat up, ignoring his phone. His feet prowled lazily towards her as he took a seat beside her.