The Girl in The Window
Last updated at: 1 year ago
Description
She came to visit my like that every day.
Sitting by the window, she spoke to me, encouraged me and kept me company while I did nothing but draw.
She always smiled, at least I imagined it that way, as I continued to ignore her presence and never looked her way.
I just sat there, not even a hint of a smile present on my own face. But she still stayed, every day, all day, until the day came to an end, only to show up again the next day.
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A one-shot about lost love, and letting go.