She is ready to go home. He is home. He is the missing chapter, the words she cannot find. The letters, the vowels, the consonants… none of them blend together to create the rest of her story. They just float endlessly. Searching for the page where they belong.

He is her home. He is her page, her pen, her ink, her inspiration and her light. He is her dark, her comfort, her warmth. She wants only him. Her hollow will remain until she is in his arms again. When she finally goes home… she will be whole again.