I don't really know that well how to speak English. So... yeah I was hanging around there, and did this.
Disclaimer: I don't own His dark materials, Phillip Pullman does.
She was strong. But she wasn't that strong. She missed him, she missed him as hell, and she couldn't stop missing him,, evry day, evry night. Every single second that she spend with him, was hell.
She missed his gentle words, the way he, and only he, could handle her. She missed his smile, his eyes, his mouth, his gentle touch, thw way he laughed, she missed HIM. As she sat on the bench in the Botanic Garden, she longed for him, remembering that the last time he was with him, was at this very same spot, just in another Oxford in another world. She could remember the last kiss, hell! It even brought goosebumps to her spine.
She stared at the ceiling. The stars could barely be seen this night. The Botanic garden was old. Soon to be demolished, they said. This was the last year she'd be able of being here, sat and just think about Will doing the same.
She sighed. Maybe sixty years would be enough. Maybe, if she tried hard enough, she'd be able of feeling him this one time, maybe if she tried hard enough she'd be able of seeing him, maybe just a glimpse. She begged for just one time. Just one time feeling him near, once again, next to her crimpled body, Just one time.
So, she closed her eyes, and moved her head towards at the point where she had always imagined him sitting. She closed her eyes, and feel the breeze. Yes. She was tired of missing him, and she was pretty sure she wouldn't do it anymore soon. Yeah, pretty soon.
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Lilamedusa