She could not breathe; her pain battered her heart like the waves of a roaring storm while trying to stand on the shore.
Just when she thought she could breathe again, again the wave would rush right back to shore to drag her back into the depth of despair and anguish.
Just as she was starting to feel that a silver lining was just peeking out of the ink-black dark horizon, her constant companion, sorrow, would embrace her and not let her go.
Why did this day have to come so soon?
She wanted to stop crying, she wanted to stop thinking of what this day would have meant to them. So many years she devoted to this fairy tale existence she so longed for.
She dragged herself out of bed, absent-mindedly dressed to go out, and somehow found her way to the door, to face another day without him.
Would he remember the date? Would he remember her? Would he remember their life together?
From the moment they met they never separated. They were Siamese lovers; one could not do without the other.
Where one went the other had to go too, they both had to breathe the same air, they both nourished each other with their intoxicating love.
There was only room in their world for them; no one else seemed to exist.
“Oh,” she thought, “if I could turn back the clock and relive those years again.”
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