Past is a reflection that sees the present.

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The sun was relentless but so were thoughts...
All her might and she is yet in the impression of them together in her mind.
He had healed her of...from her own.
And she will always be grateful for simply making her able to see everything that prevailed but her misery...
Every day she felt the sorrow of not being with him...and yet today it felt her thoughts were in the dark she used to be...but now he was there just there distant...
The thinking were stories in her mind and she made the picture of their son hidden in the closet in one of the many of those...she shouted a cry and understood in that moment...
He had healed her soul by feeding a drug of his presence..
Love or not he remained everywhere.
Today was just one more of those days.

Her office hours had gone by and she knew she was enduring the whole time.
She was not at peace she wished to go home with her little one.
The thought of seeing him almost made her anxious of his safety.
She had packed her things and was ready to leave...
Her office was on the 3rd floor of the building the elevator was full and so she just took the stairs...one of her colleagues insisted coming with her for she had seen her getting anxious all day.
They were talking when they walked along the aisle of the double-height foyer.
Completely ignorant of a man following them...they separated just outside the building...
She reached her car and was just about to open it when he called her...

She reached her car and was just about to open it when he called her

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