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Today, you were at the town, walking on its empty streets. Well, it wasn't really that empty but let say, it was winter without snow yet. You were quite shivering as the temperature drops. You quickly got home so you were unable to freeze. Only that, you stayed at a lonely house. The first question that came into your mind was;
What was he like? You couldn't remember his face anymore. He was just like a mist in the fog. You sat down on your chair looking at the dark sky, close to rain. You hum a melody as the rain taps on your window. You raise your pointing finger and tap along with the rain like the beat. You couldn't remember him... Why? You feel like it was the biggest part of you that has gone missing. What is it?!
You sigh frustratedly. You bang the window without it shattering. You wanted to know what's the biggest part of you missing. It just hurts not knowing what it is. You were quite the impatient type when you can't have what you want in an instant. A loud bang was heard as the thunder echoes. You shook your head slightly to hear something dangling from your neck. You lean down to see a gold locket attached with a golden chain around your neck.
You detached the locket and open it to see a photo of a black grayish haired male and you smiling. Who is he? Does he mean so much to you? Is he the missing hole in your life? What is he to you? These questions seem to flood your head as you stare at his face. He looks... familiar? No, you possibly can't say that since you still couldn't figure out who he is.
You close the locket and place it down on a nearby desk. You head to see a photo frame on top of the desk with you and him smiling again. Only that now your head hurts of thinking of him. "What is he to me?" You ask yourself, bringing yourself to remember him.
You want to find all pictures of you and him and find out what he was to you and why does it seem so lonely inside you. You feel something dripping onto your palm and the photo frame. You touch your eye to see it crying. The tears flow down onto your face and down onto the onto frame, only that the rain made it more dramatic as it is.
You head to the bathroom to see another photo of you and him. "Who are you?" You ask the photo, pointing at the said man. Silence. You wished that it would answer you but it seems so distant. His voice... you can silently hear it in your head but the rain was now loud enough like a raging wave in the ocean. You ran to your bedroom... where you have shared it with that man. The last photo hanged on the wall with you and him smiling again but in a white gown and tuxedo. Oh right;
