HOPE

There is still hope in her heart, faint as a smoldering coal, but she clings to it... he's about to come back, knock on the door, envelope her in his arms, and never leave again. So eager to believe it, to hope that it will happen. She doesn't want to think that he might not come back. She can't cry, she can't break down. She forbids herself to give up. She wears his shirt every night, smelling of his perfume. It makes her feel like he's there, enveloping her in his warmth...