The night refuses to fade. He just watched the stars. Counting them in multiples of tens and then in hundreds. Thousands re-appeared in that star-lit sky.
Morning came by. He made coffee for two. Out of a habit.
He then stares at the unattended cup of coffee for what it seems like an eternity. It now hits him. Life without her!
The flower pot remains un-nursed. Morning-daily unread. The perfume bottle she left behind releases traces of her being still around. A portrait on the wall reassures that everything remains the same.
The first morning without her…
Morning came by. He made coffee for two. Out of a habit.
He then stares at the unattended cup of coffee for what it seems like an eternity. It now hits him. Life without her!
The flower pot remains un-nursed. Morning-daily unread. The perfume bottle she left behind releases traces of her being still around. A portrait on the wall reassures that everything remains the same.
The first morning without her…
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