The stories she wrote were wild. Some were weird. Some of them didn't make sense. Some were a bit dull. Some of them had an upbeat undertone to them.
Her stories changed so drastically within relation of each other that one may find themselves surprised that the stories came from the same author.
One thing, though, about her stories, is that every single one of them was written with a certain source of inspiration...
Without him, her stories started to get colder and extremely vacant..Just the way she had become.
The stories started to feel like they weren't complete.
Without him, nothing felt complete.
Except the emptiness she carried.