He just finished brewing some coffee, the unique scent filling up the room, the one he knew she loved. The air bitter just like the taste, yet so comforting, warm and almost nostalgic, like her. He didn't get the fuss about coffee, until he met her, of course. An habit of hers that soon enough became his as well, almost a mild addiction, one that tasted so good, especially when he got to savour it by her side on the couch, the company he adored, cherished.

Now empty, he stared at her side, his hand clenching around the handle of the mug he deemed as his favourite, one that used to pair up with hers, maybe sappy, but he didn't mind, he'd do anything she asked with a wide smile after all. Anything. Although it was no use to long, to wait like she requested, she wouldn't come back after all... Not in the way he got used to her presence anyways.

The warmth of her caresses and touches now gone, her skin now feeling a ghostly breeze whenever she embraced him. The usual flush of her cheeks nowhere in sight as well, skin pale and devoid of colour and somehow she still looked majestic in his eyes, ethereal, like an angel. Sometimes he couldn't see her at all, her voice a soft whisper lost into the air, almost inaudible, yet he knew she was by his side. Either by a shiver running down his spine or by her vivid reflection in the mirrors, sometimes he just sensed her.

Like he did now, watching as she sat by her usual spot, yet the cushion didn't sink with her weight, the mug by the armrest on her side also remained untouched. Instead she curled up her legs close to her chest, chin resting on her knees and she watched him as he sat at his own spot. "You really should warn me when you're about to show up." He muttered, a tiny smile curling his lips as he darted his gaze from the couch to her eyes.