Chapter 26— Gone!

Her fingers— slender and greasy, beautified in a way that just a stare at her glowing hands, one would be intrigued. There was a book—a brown and neat paperback that was opened at about the eleventh page out of a hundred. Little by little, her index finger tapped on words that piqued her fancy, her breathtaking giggles followed along.

[With you, there is light. But without you, a fate greater than death crashes upon my soul.]

He was indeed the greatest writer she had ever known. Even over the years, she was never into works that spoke of poetry or creative writing, the only artistic feature she was most close to were her research works. He was the only person who made her see there was more to writing than just facts and debates and she read only his works— of her.

She turned over to the next page, though her eyes fell flat on the distant door the minute someone walked in. The woman scurried across the room— coming close to her.

" There is someone waiting outside to see you."

The you