She is there. Through the darkest night. The warmest summer. The coldest winter. She is there. Withstanding the changing of seasons, and enduring the passing of time. Seated by the shore, reflecting on the promise from long ago. The love that betrayed her, never to return. As she continues to wait.
YOU ARE READING
She is there
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