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The fog almost filled the air but it wasn’t enough to blur her vision as she saw the train leaving.
It wasn’t a goodbye, they had never been together
But don’t know why today she felt a heart break.
The sound of the whistle was clear and it woke her up from cold nostalgia.
Not that she didn’t want to run behind the train, which seemed to be moving faster than usual but this that she knew love was not in her destiny.
Then she weeped. Struggling to cry out the part of him in her but she knew she would fail. There was too much to let go and she wanted to hold on.
Her heart knew it could not love again ;
And it isn’t easy to convince a heart, farewell has always been the hardest part.

She carried herself back home only to find everything was the same.
Life is like this – It is always your own pain.
She walked across the living room; her mother’s voice seemed like a soft lullaby slowly putting her life to sleep.
She opened the door to her room, it brought back the memories..memories of someone who she had always loved and of someone now gone.
Photographs tell us a story – A story which we once lived but her story could not be cherished; Even the footsteps seemed to fade away.
Letters she had none – her mother had burned them when she read them. Yes, she had lost a lot.
He told her he didn’t love her last night. He kept it as simple as that and she made herself believe it wasn’t easy for him not knowing things will never be the same again.
She felt numb, No – she felt nothing.
She didn’t have tears in her eyes, she was crying out her heart now.
Suddenly life had no meaning.
She had lost her father when she was thirteen and today she lost the second man she had ever loved.
Her mother had always been there for her but she lost her trust – and she lost it all there.
If she had something left in her – it was the faith she had.
God loves all. She tried hard to talk to the idol on her bedside but hearing no voice again she knew she was make-believing.
She decided to live.
Not living for a reason but living to find that reason.
She went to school every day. Her friends seemed to care.
She never had many though-there were only a few she loved.
They wanted their friend back but she was long gone.
They gave up on her soon, she knew they wouldn’t understand.
A heart breaks too silently for the world to hear and then it has always been the tears which say it all?

No, she didn’t cry at nights. They were just long, long December nights.
She sat on the bench near the riverside and went into deep thoughts; she never knew what were they about or how long did they last.
Her heart missed him but she didn’t. She told herself that she was strong. She knew time could heal but quite some time had passed.
One night it rained heavily. She walked on the street unaware of the cold – unaware of the car that finally made her feel some pain.
The red from her heart finally oozed out as blood and mixed with the rain.
Her phone lay on the street ringing and we saw his name flashing and then silently fading.