Anemoia

Memories expanded before her as a sepia-colored horizon, wrapping her lone figure in a hazy mist of reminiscence. Reaching a trembling hand towards the distance, her glassy eyes beheld the faraway mirage where moments of the past were.

She believed everything was meant to be. The joy of meeting, the pain of love... the grievance of separation. She wanted to believe that it was the best course, that such is the sacrifice that one must be willing to go through to protect those who are dear to them.

Embracing the memories within her soul, as a tear fell from the eyes that were reflecting the colors of the horizon, she held them close to her heart-fragments of the bygone days.