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The next time she opened her eyes she was back at home. She
would wake in the early hours of the morning feeling his presence. She
feels him beat inside of her. She glances at his side of the bed and
misses the sight of him. Her mind would reminisce times they had together
and she would sigh after every mental episode. She craves his attention
and love, and can not imagine how she can go on without him. She walks
through the silent house feeling his energy in every room as she burst
into tears. She screams out his name as she is haunted by memories of that
rainy night. She would walk towards the mirror at the end of the hall and
would breakdown at the site of the dried up sunflower that lay on the
table. It was the same sunflower she had picked up from the site.
The house seemed awfully quiet and empty. She felt
lonely. She would stumble to the kitchen, with the sunflower in hand and
she looked at the calendar on the wall and stared at the date encircled
with the red marker. She remembered she had circled it at the beginning of
the year, yet she had repressed it soon after. Today was the anniversary
of when they were involved in the accident where her soul mate tragically
lost his life. She would find her way to the site and would drive
aimlessly re-living the exact same nightmare over and over again. She
endures the pain and insists on taking responsibility for the accident and
the death of her beloved. She would feel his presence as she stood by the
now decaying tree on the side of the road. She would bring a sunflower and
lay it at the bottom of the tree every year on that day there after.
She feels his energy and love flow through the blood in
her veins every day. |