disclaimer: no one of the nice people you'll read about in the following part belongs to me, what a pity…

disclaimer: no one of the nice people you'll read about in the following part belongs to me, what a pity…

I have already posted this one a while ago on missing pieces, thought I could also post it here.

Be kind not my native tongue

Feedback is appreciated

Alone

She was staring out of the window into the restful dark of the night. Aware of bitterness deep within her soul, the omnipresent shadows of the past, and the anxiousness of what the future may hold.

Her burning eyes, a remainder of the uncountable tear which had just left her eyes, closed for some relaxing moments.
Why was it such a painful task to fall in love?
Why did it seem that the pain would strangle her, until she wasn't able to breath anymore?

They had just talked on the phone, most of the conversation was just nonsense, but it felt so good to hear his voice.
The second they stopped their little chat over the phone, the pain of how much she was missing him, hit her right into the stomach.

She hadn't seen him for over a year, just the calls and the notes made sure he hadn't forgotten her.

With a soft sigh she turned around and glanced through the semi-lighted room. Trying not to concentrate on something special she fixed her eyes on her bed. It seemed so empty and alone. It wasn't a place to relax. Not anymore.
It had turned into a place of the awareness of the lonesomeless.
DAMN
She went to the livingroom where she had left her laptop hours ago.
Five minutes later she was looking on an almost blank page on her monitor.
Should she?
She did.
She pushed the enter button.

He had given her the adress alomst three years ago with a small note.
-Whenever you need me-

She did not write much, only five words.
Now she hoped he would believe her.

I LOVE YOU
HELP ME

Fin