One day, I woke up with the telephone ringing by my side, with the television on but muted and with the windows open, curtains swaying by the wind's compass.
As I ended observing my room, I realized I was alone, she was already gone and I started looking up the sky avoiding to cry but then someone knocked.
With my surprise, it was her, with a blissful voice and jovial eyes excited to welcome me in her morning smile then it suddenly darkened, her clear image turned to complete blur.
My blinded eyes chased the escaping light into the void I first found myself in.
I woke up and realized that it was just a dream, a recurring one, of that fateful day, 12th day of the 13th year, when the words, "I give up" took place in her persevering heart.
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