The air vibrated; his blood vibrated. It wasn’t happiness or ecstasy or another soul-uplifting feeling. It was a deep sadness, as deep as the ocean.
He didn’t cry or wail; he had just stayed there in the same room with her timeless vision.
She wasn’t his anymore, not in this life anyway.
The man stared through the narrow window. The eternal sky was up there like every other day. It re-birthed in the mornings with the same cerulean colour but different clouds pattern.
“Eternal, re-birthed, different,” he muttered while turning his face to her. He frowned.
“We are going to see each other again, sweetheart,” he whispered, full of hope.
The man closed the door behind him and locked it with a silver key.