Eyelids
She close her eyes.
Imagining that he hold her waist while whispering sweet things to her ear, playing around with her senses as she could smell the scent of his cologne; in which is her most favourite scent of all.
For her, that scent give her the magical strength to sooth her day; despite all the troubles and emotional weight that happened to her mind; in one deep inhale, all of it will be gone.
She open her eyes.
All she see is an empty room with a note left on the bed. The writing crush all her hope, her wish, her certainty, her ownership towards him. It is not fair to her. It is not fair to the soul. It is not fair to the heart.
She close her eyes.
Not for imagining; no. But push tears out as she does not want to dam hers.
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