Inspired by a quote: "One of the worst things that can happen to a person is to be forgotten by someone they will never forget."


She stared out the window into the still of the night. It was pitch black outside, not a single star in sight. There were no streetlights, nothing that provided even the smallest glimmer. Birds did not sing, crickets did not chirp, and there was no wind to studdle the golden sand. A dead silence covered the area, and yet these eyes stared into the darkness, unblinking.

The hurt was clear in her poison green eyes. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, like one who had never been in the warmth of the sun. Her messy, raven black hair cascaded down on her back. She sat there immovably as a painful expression made it's way on her face.

'Three years...' she thought. 'He left three years ago... But why am I still here, waiting for him to return? Why am I still loving him?' a single tear poured down on her porcelain like cheeks. 'I miss him so much...' she closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands.

She missed his deep brown eyes, which made her melt whenever he looked at her. She missed his smile which was so rare to see. She missed his melodic voice which sent shivers down her back whenever he spoke... She missed his entire being.

She chuckled humorlessly, as she leaned back on her bed. 'He already forgot me... I know he did... And the worse is, that I will never forget him.'


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