I was only going to stay because of days like tomorrow. When her coming home would mean that my heart would rehydrate with the lifeblood that she is for me, and begin to beat again. At least for the three months of her summer vacation, or those couple of weeks at Christmas, or the odd weekend here and there when I might see her. That was my survival plan. But she was, after all, never responsible for saving my heart, or my life. So I left, sacrificed those days. I had to. Those days were not enough for me.
Graceful, at Velvet Verbosity. 100 words.