SHE WAS THINKING OF HIM NOT MOPING TILL NIGHT LIKE SHE USED TO. AFTER ALL, FOUR YEARS HAD PAST SINCE THEY SHARED TIME TOGETHER. AFTER MANY DESTRUCTIVE RELATIONSHIPS, SHE CONTINUED TO THINK THAT THEIR PATHS WOULD CROSS. SHE CONTINUOUSLY LOOKED OVER HER SHOULDER, HOPING HE WOULD BE THERE. WHY? WHY! "GET THESE THOUGHTS OF HIM OUT OF MY HEAD!" SHE SCREAMED. SHE SAT ALONE, AND PONDERED TO HERSELF, "HOW COULD I LET MYSELF GET LIKE THIS?" SHE HAD TRAPPED HERSELF IN HIM. SHE FEARED LETTING HIM GO, BECAUSE THAT WAS ALL SHE KNEW; HIM. as he sat embracing his things, his treasures he did not think of her. he shared his treasures, his beautiful life was not being lived alone. they held each other every night. they woke up together every morning. they were in love with each other. until one morning- the first morning since they had been together that he woke up alone. his lover had to be at work early. this is the first time since he left "her" that he felt alone again. but it was only one morning. he went to the coffee shop, and carried on with his day, not thinking he was alone. and he saw it. a picture on the cork board-from across the country from her, him on the east coast, her on the west, he saw a postcard- not just a post card, but a post card with a panda bear. signed on thee card was "red lock". but how? how and why would that be here? on the same morning he felt alone? [to be cont.]
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