55 Fiction: Heartbroken
She had left. Gone. Without a word. Without a second glance. After all these days. How would he cope? How would he continue? He felt empty. How had he not realised the end was near? It was, after all, the end of semester. Next year, someone else would ask for his help at the library.
(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (25 October 2009)