Forgotten
Forgotten She was lying there, waiting for him to come and find her. Her eyes couldn’t make anything out in the impenetrable darkness, which enclosed her. She knew he wouldn’t come. Despite the knowledge there was still the hope left in her, that finally, he’d come and find her. It was the only ray of light in her soul. Well, metaphorically speaking. Actually there was still the unending darkness...
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