Anne stared at the monitor....his photos are flipping through.....
there were almost none of her in those photos...
she wasn't beside him at that time...
a rush of guilt and sadness mixed...
not that she didn't want to but...
she tried to think of other things that make her feel lighter....
she's really suspecting depression on herself more,
since she has been locking herself down in the basement...
waiting ...just for him...
but still, he hasn't come....
there's alot of whys running in her head now....
looking out from the tiny opening,
as the street light visits her,she thought,
this is so confusing....is hope trustworthy?
as if not enough,she watched through the clips again...and more of the photos...
tears streamed down her cheek....she's missing him...
she thought, i never knew the look when he's missing me...or did he ever?
she went to bed with another silent night....
the only breeze cajoled her to dreamland...only to be awaken by another horrible bad dream...
-unknown
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