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She entered the room of her beloved dead friend. His files, bed, desktop, shoes. clothes everything was layered with dust but the scent of his presence had still remained in the air-it pressed against her lips and cheeks inviting tears of missing to her eyes. it had hugged her tightly to never let go off. this was the twelfth time she had stepped into his room since his death. well, believing in spirits isn't such a bad idea afterall especially when u lose someone and want to believe that his soul lingers around you guarding you against every move and breath of lonliness.
she genuinly invited his spirit to reside in her body-anything to have him back in her arms.
the night was calm hitherto came a strong breeze that smashed open the window letting in the
cold of fury with a tinge of warmth that radiated from some invisible existence. Before she could reach the window something held her back from the table. she glanced back but saw none yet felt the manly presence of her friend or precisely someone whom she loves. the wind blew off the layers of dust that had allied on his table uncovering the secret which she was too depserate to know.
Seeing her name written on every space, tears gushed in her eyes like the waves of ocean smash
eachother when a storm hits the earth. it was though late to tell her how much he had loved her since the first sight but it was the least he could do to make her believe that even if he has died his love for her would remain fresh as dew for eternity. the breeze had paused while she read every letter he had carved on the wood. the tears were heavy with emotion but too light to be carried along with the wind for its not her who deserves to shed them. it was like he wiping them off and gently placing a cold but filled with pure potion of loving kiss on her cheeks. the wind resumed and she whispered touching her cheeks with elegant hands 'I love you too'...