Meanwhile, while Rex and Elizabeth are caught in their world of lust, Alexander remains, waiting for something that won't arrive today.
In Alexander's bedroom, the silence was deafening. It was 3:00 AM. The world was suspended in a heavy, velvet darkness, broken only by the rhythmic, lonely ticking of the clock and the occasional sigh of the wind against the stone walls.
Alexander lay staring up at the canopy of his bed, eyes wide and unblinking. The sheets were cold and unnatural, a blank, empty sea of linen that taunted him.
He instinctively turned his head to the left, his gaze landing on the empty space beside him. "Ughhh... grrgghhh... fuck...!"
Usually, by this hour, he would feel the familiar, comforting warmth of Elizabeth. He would feel the soft, rhythmic breathing of the woman he loved, perhaps the gentle weight of her head on his shoulder or the subtle scent of lavender and old parchment that always seemed to cling to her skin.
