Patricia

　　I wake up with a start, feeling like something important is missing. I look around, and the absence of Dior hits me like a freight train. A sudden pang of loneliness strikes my chest like a bullet.

　　Lost and confused, my eyes dart around the room, searching for the man as if he would be found behind a piece of furniture. Fuck me. Did he leave?

　　My head throbs. I'm already planning on listening to Adelle and quench the fires of pain wracking ...