The thing about mornings are they’re always a new beginning.  When you wake up–there’s a few seconds where all you feel is the warmth of the blankets and the comfort that you’ve sunk into during sleep. No matter what happens before drifting off (in Blaine’s case for less than three hours) there’s a blissful sense of–peace.  Until your life tunes back in with the sunlight leaking through the curtains stirring you away from the solitude from your thoughts. Blaine’s first instinct was to reach behind him and feel for the hip that was supposed to be against his.  There was nothing but a cold outside of a space on the bed long abandoned.

His world sped up.  Reality came crashing down with flashbacks from last night causing his throat to feel like it was torn to shreds and had a rock jammed inside to suffocate him.  His heart shattered and there came the vile taste of guilt in the back of his mouth.  One he should be used to by now but was even more potent than every morning since it happened.  ‘I was with someone..’  The apartment was empty.  He could feel that from here.  Hollowness that crept inside his bones.  What more could he expect?  Swallowing painfully–he pushed himself up on one elbow, purposefully avoiding looking behind him and grabbed his phone instead. 9:39 am was when the first string of apologies began to pour out before his feet even touched the floor.