OOC: OH MEH GERD!<br/><br/>---------------------- ~*~ ----------------------<br/><br/>"Good.." Elizabeth whispered after hearing Aleksey, some part of her relieved but still worried that, just maybe, he wouldn't come back. And truthfully, it'd break her heart. If he would've been wearing a shirt, she would've clung to that, but he wasn't, so she simply curled her hands into fists and hugged him tighter.<br/><br/>Another part of her was relieved that Aleksey hadn't freaked out, at the same time. He hadn't turned his head or looked at her as if she were crazy. And now it was easy to see, now that her mind accepted it, that Aleksey must've had feelings for her, too. And she found herself glad at this thought, and she only nestled closer against him, keeping her face hidden against the crook of his neck, simply trying to get the most out of this while she could. But now she'd miss him even more once he was gone.<br/><br/>She very nearly could've fallen asleep like that, hugging herself to him and feeling the warmth from his body. But, it seemed too soon but as if they had been sitting there for eternity at the same time when Aleksey brought up something about sleeping on the floor. Of course she had refused to let him do such a thing, and was rather pleased to see that she won the argument of him sleeping on the bed, even though she knew he wasn't arguing much about it in the first place, nor trying very hard. But that was okay. Because she'd still be able to be close to him, if not but for this one night. Because she wasn't sure it'd happen again, even if he did come back, but boy, how badly she was already missing him, and he wasn't even gone yet.<br/><br/>Once they had both laid down, the first thing Elizabeth had done was curl up against Aleksey's side. If she were to sleep on his chest, and she curled up in a ball, she'd be able to fit on his torso without taking up much more space than that. But before she had allowed herself to sleep, she had taken one of Aleksey's hands into her own, and held it close to her chest, close to her heart, to be more specific. But at some time during the middle of the night, during her peaceful sleep, his hand would slip away from her grasp, just like he would in the morning, little did she know.<br/><br/>---------------------- ~*~ ----------------------<br/><br/>When morning did come, she had managed to stay fast asleep, her hair strewn about on the pillow while she was still curled up in a ball. And she barely stirred when Aleksey rose from the bed, staying fast asleep with her own peaceful thoughts and dreams. She could've been compared to a sleeping and blissful child in her sleep, with how serene, peaceful, and innocent her face appeared during that time.<br/><br/>And she should've known to wake up when feeling the gentle kiss to her cheek, and the soft, barely audible whisper, that she needed to get up. But it blew right past her, and she hadn't woken up till a few hours past. When she did, she abruptly sat up as if from a nightmare when not feeling Aleksey's warm form beside her.<br/><br/>"Aleksey?" She had choked out in a whisper as if calling out to a ghost that she wasn't sure if it was actually there or not. Very nearly she had started crying, but she suppressed the tears that had come to her eyes, quickly rubbing the sleep from them at the same time. He'd come back. He said so, and he had promised. So he had to.<br/><br/>Moving so her legs hung off the side of the bed, it took her nearly ten extra minutes of just sitting there to realize Aleksey had left his keys on the side board of her bed. No doubt, as a memento of some type. But this only made it harder to suppress not only the tears that threatened to fall, but her own feelings. She quickly took the keys as if afraid they'd suddenly be taken, holding them tightly in her hands. He'd come back.<br/><br/>She told herself this repeatedly, to assure herself that, he would. He had to. Getting up, she gazed towards the door that he must've walked out at some time, and the touch to her cheek and the soft whisper would come back into mind. She touched a hand to her cheek before leaning into her own touch as if this would bring him back, and sat there arguing with herself over many things for nearly ten more minutes.<br/><br/>But eventually she was able to urge herself to take a shower, since she hadn't taken one before. And even then, she kept those keys with her, sitting right on the counter of the sink when she showered. And later, with everything she did, she'd keep them with her, as a reminder.