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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Is that what he really see's or is it just his imagination?

Submitted: August 15, 2018

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Submitted: August 15, 2018



Howling winds grey skies and luscious grass.

It was spring, there was sun peeking through the clouds.

I was sitting there on the bench wrapped in a black trench coat with a large umbrella above me.

The smell of fresh fried fish wafted through the air up my nose.

The image of a large booth, red and deeply full of laughter filled my head of memories of my past.

Her smile, her lipstick, her black hair, her, just her.

Grey skies invaded my secluded memories of the crackling noise of thunder and lightning lifting light everywhere my eye could touch.

There she was, there in the middle of the park standing with her hair flying in the wind, staring at me until the area became dark again. She was there I saw her.

The lightning crackled and thumped again and she was gone.

Never there only the soft yet heavy rain hitting my umbrella and me, just me.

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