The lover that was.


The house.
"I just don't love you anymore."
I fought the catch in my throat as she stood there, her beautiful face, with a visible paucity of emotions.
When I walked out, soaked in despair, even my proudest veins pined for those lips to call me back.

The mountains.
The squeak of the wipers usually bothered me. Maybe more than it would anybody else, but tonight, it didn't. It helped fight the deafening silence inside the cabin. 
She wasn't the greatest fan of hairpin curves and the steep drops, and maybe that's what curbed me from driving to my favorite spot off the city.

The Ephemera.
The thick fog and the golden sunshine gave an etheral aura to the summit, the cold air that I breath championing the spot a place among the heavens. The bone chilling drop only a few feet away, awed the lover in me.

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