The skies grow darker, darker then the blackness that engulfs her empty soul.
She peers down at her fingers, slowly tracing in her mind where his soft, warm hand molded with hers.
Her eyes slowly gaze into the night feeling an icy breeze dance across her exposed skin.
Like molases she closes her hand slowly around the ring he so carefully placed on her finger.
A single tear rolls down her cold cheek, the salty drop makes its way to her soft wanting lips.
Her eyes close tightly remembering the way his lips tasted. The way his hand fit perfectly against her cheek, how her body melted into his.
She screams for him, only to get deafening silence in return.
She pulls her legs to her chest and weeps as her heart breaks in two, waiting for him to return to her.
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