Everyday felt dark and doom. The skies were crying. The wind blew softly, perfectly and silently...
The picture that was taken 2 years ago was held warm in her hands. She sat outside on the bottom of the dirty stairs of an old building, with holes at the roof, but enough to keep her sheltered. Feeling lost, cause was betrayed by her boyfriend, James.. She knew that she can't take it anymore, but she loved him..even though what he'd done to her..
Suddenly, a stranger with a dark jacket passed by her, with is face totally covered by his black cap's shadow. His right leg kicked her hands and the picture flew away...onto the wet, thick pool of water.. Then, she chased the picture like something that is really valuable..which it was...once....
" I'm sorry..I never meant to..."
"ohh..It's okey..really..." trying to dry off the water with her dark blue t-shirt with the word 'smile'
"heyy, c'mon, smile...it's even written in your shirt.."
Without saying a word, she just walked away...
"heyy.. what's your name?" she asked..
" I will tell you when you're able to smile...and if we meet again..."
"how am I gonna recognise you? you're covered in black.."
" No worries..you will...byes Freya..."
She was indeed shocked to hear what he called her. Yes, that's her name. Freya. The stranger's now totally gone into the darkness. Gone...gone....
"I have to move on..it's been 2 months. James never tried to make things better. He never tried to talk about it. Never tried to apologise, saying that he'd regret everything he'd done...". Warm tears started to flow down her soft wet cheek. "I have to move on..."
She then torn the picture into pieces and threw them in the air. Let the cold wind blew them away..far, far away from her soul.....
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