Hurt of A Day

"It's okay,Angel." He whispers soothingly, his lips pressing quick kisses against to my temple. I nod sleepily and let go of him, having the intents of sleeping right at that moment. He chuckles and lets go, turning off the lights and walking out of the room. My tears dry and I curl under the blankets, closing my eyes and drifting to sleep. Leaving me to my dreams about why she appeared so much in the house, but wasn't actually there. I truly was no match against a dead woman.