"I'm trying, but it's hard," she said.
A simple nod was his way of agreeing with her.
She kept quiet for a while and watched the sky turning red as the sun disappeared under the sea.
"I wish we were still together," she ended up admitting.
By then, his ghost had vanished like the sun.
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Memento mori: A Collection of Very Short Stories and Prose Poems
General FictionAlways be a poet, even in prose. ― Charles Baudelaire
