Alice walked into her quiet apartment and closed the door. She sighed heavily as she walked down the hall towards her bedroom. Her apartment has been quiet since Helena moved out to stay with Catherine. Tasha was fighting in war that was a waste of time to Alice, but she knew what it meant to her girlfriend. She began to get undress and walked into her bathroom. She climbed into the shower and turned on the water. She let the water beat on her body as she closed her eyes. She began to remember the first night she met Tasha and smiled softly. She smiled harder when she began to remember the first time they made love to each other. She brought her head up and ran her fingers through her hair. She felt her legs get weak, and she dropped to her knees. She began to cry uncontrollably because she was missing the one person that she’s falling in love with since she lost Dana. Her stomach was in knots, and she was pain. She can’t count the times that she has dropped to her knees and cried at a drop of a hat.  She was alone, and she hates the feeling. She wanted to feel Tasha’s strong arms around her and feeling her plump lips kissing her smooth, ivory skin. She got the strength and stand herself back up and get cleaned up for the night.

                She walked out of her bathroom in her robe and walked over to her mirror. She grabbed her comb and combed her hair out. She looked at herself in the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her skin was pale white and dark circles around her eyes. Her face looked sunken in as if she was anorexic. She sighed softly and walked away from her mirror. She got out of her robe and dropped it on the floor. She pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. She grabbed the picture frame from her stand and kissed it as it held the picture of her and Tasha of her last night in LA. She sat it back on the stand and turned off the light. She pulled her pillow close to her body and tried to fall asleep.