The blazing rays of the sun, jolted her awake from the limbo she constructed around herself. He was really gone. A reel of images flipped before her eyes, as she stirred a cup of coffee. The strange alienation in her thoughts felt more bitter than caffeine and the walls around her grew closer. Wrapping herself into a cocoon, she screamed at the top of her voice, “why him?” Clenching her fingers around his picture, she searched for a sign that would somehow bring him back. The melancholic cupboard lay still with the essence of his belonging, hanging in a frame of those perfectly lined clothes. As she picked out that little diary that resonated his name, she glided through the pages over and over again, only to lose herself into a trance. Lucidly questioning that in some twisted game of fate, would she ever find the chance to bid him adieu?
