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| HOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot |
I stare at the far-away window, hot vapors of coffee fogging
my glasses. But I don’t care since I am not really looking at anything.
I just wonder. I wonder if you are in office yet. If you
ever stare out of a window like I do every morning. I wonder if I will ever
find someone like you. The coffee is bitter, but its warmth is comforting. Just
like your memories. It kills me that all I have is memories now.
I think about how cruel life is.
And for the billionth time, I regret what happened that day.
PS : Written for Friday fictioneers. I would love some honest feedback on how well I expressed the character's longing.
