Lost
Oh Holy Lord, she could not believe that!
"Ria, wait, did you- Ria!"
"Ah, I need to go designing! I'll call you back." She haphazardly cut the call, putting her hand on her heart, calming it, sighing and went to her room window. Her fingertips felt cold when she made a contact with the window glass.
Winter was strong this year. It was her favourite season, yet she felt cold and dry. Almost like something was missing and empty in her.
It has been three years already. When are you coming back, Elian?
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