I Want You To Stop Seeing Him

Elena's Point Of View A sharp, splitting pain thundered in my skull like drums from hell. “Mmmgh,” I groaned sharply, my voice hoarse, dry, like sandpaper scraping against wood. The light from the window sliced across my face with cruel sharpness, forcing my eyes shut. “Graham,” I mumbled in protest, my voice barely a whisper, “close the windows, please…” I groaned again, louder this time, hoping he’d hear and move. My limbs ached, my temples throbbed, and my mouth tasted like regret. Silence. I turned over, dragging the covers over my head like a cocoon, seeking refuge from the merciless daylight. “Baby?” I whispered again. Still nothing. “Graham?” My voice rose, touched with confusion this time. No answer. No footsteps. No rustling from the bathroom. Nothing but the eerie stillness that clung to the room like static. Frowning, I peeled the covers off my face, forcing my eyes open with great effort. I squinted through the sunlight, blinking hard as the room slowly came into view… its