Thursday, August 21, 2014

Emma's Pages (1)






It was the first time in her life when Emma didn't mind the unmade bed. His scent still lingering within the crumpled sheets, she already missed him so much, even though she knew she will see him again a few hours later.

It was the first time when she just loved the mere clutter on her coffee table: the crumbles from the chocolate muffins they ate together, his empty cup of coffee, her barely touched cup of tea, the unfolded napkins here and there...

And again, it was the first time when the cigarette smoke that sneaked in from the balcony didn't bother her. The smoldering ashtray carried the smoke into the living where Emma comfortably sat on the couch, feeling her entire being wrapped with pieces of him.

She didn't dare to bring her dreams back to life yet... but she knew she was happy!


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