She was so beautiful, so hopeful.
Her picture on the wall was dusty, just like the rest of this house we once shared. I tore my eyes away, and continued blindly down the hallway. My footsteps are almost silent, in this once-cheerfull house. That joy... when I lived here it seemed inexhaustable. But now, in the ghostly light of this crumbling place, I am in agony.
"Why have I come back here?" my soul cries. "This place now serves only to torture me".
But it's all I have left now.