Windows shut and eyes dried up. With not a tear left to cry not a word to say.
If pain was something physical then why did she feel it in her soul? Was her soul slowly killing her or was it just her mind making it all up?
Missing someone wasn't just a feeling. It was everything, her whole state of being. It was as if their presence was always there. But yet it wasn't.
Her eyes drew her to everything that would remind her. Every time her heart tugging harder, pulling her closer to the ground.
Her mind painted pictures of long old memories. Reminding her that she would never make memories like them again.
It was like the times they had together we're clicking inside her head. Making pictures and using words to make the whole thing seem like a book in her head.