the memories of a man haunts her days.The craving never ceased. At nights the ever lasting shadows that surrounds her are him. In day the sunshine clings to her sides like the child she never had. She pretends that he is gone, but deep inside she knows that she is searching for him, hoping that maybe one day the door will open up once more; the soft pitter patter of rain against the roof will collide with the folding of an umbrella and the smooth sounds of boots against the wooden floor. To hear him comming back to bed once more. But the dream quickly fades as the thunder above the house clashes and she realizes that once again she is alone....left in the world to bear her life without the one thing that she wanted most. For it is gone now, lost in the world's puddle of souls. Soon to be joined again, she hopes she will find him again.
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