what hurts the most (jane/kurt drabble)
She’d spent the better part of the past year sleeping alone - sleeping without him - and while she wouldn’t have categorized them as the best nights of sleep she’d had; still, she’d managed to sleep. But on their first night back in New York, in the first night back in their apartment, she found it impossible to fall asleep.
They’d arrived quite late, and exhausted; too exhausted to argue when he placed her bag in their bedroom and mumbled that he would take the couch.
And that was the thing, she couldn’t fall asleep in their bed without him. It was not like it is never happened before. They had spent nights alone - due to work or travel - but they had never spent a night under the same roof and not been wrapped in each other’s arms, not since that first night two years ago. She just couldn’t find peace lying in their bed while he slept on the couch in the living room just behind that wall that separated them.