The loneliness of nothing rested above the earth. The sky was clear and sometimes, bags of clouds formed. She sat on one of the chairs at the bus stop; it was her usual spot. She watched people pass; the world was a lonely, and naked place. Here people walked around with clothes on bruised bodies. A place where people peeled off their skin just to fit in. It was puzzling that one would strip off everything just to be naked, It was like a beautiful pain everyone craved for.
Shades of clouds crossed the sky, the sun had gone far away deep down to its abode. The moon now rested in the sky in its full form. The footsteps had seized, the walkway became awfully too quiet and the noises coming from the four-wheeled machines had reduced.
The loneliness that rested above earth seemed to have descended. She still sat there and watched how the loneliness filled everything around her, including her. Then she saw a shadow like a man, he was tall with broad shoulders that looked like he could carry the weight of the world. He was finesse, she looked up and saw art, and she fell in love.
In the event that he had broken her heart, he sought to fix things up. He set a date at the place they first met. When he saw her, his heart shattered. She had become that broken piece he met that night.
He longed for words to say and he hated himself for, ever leaving. He, however, knew he had to leave her, for the sake of their love because he needed to find what he had lost. He needed to let go of his past so he could accept and appreciate the love they had. They stared at each other for long, yearning to say something but the words were stuck to their throats.
Finally, he said, "I'm sorry for leaving, you were the best thing that happened to me."
