100 words x 365 days
Night after night, she waited. Not for a man, but for the dream he promised. I will love you forever, his famous last words. She sat by the window’s edge in hopes of once again hearing his voice vibrating on the back of her neck. Love comes and goes, but for her, she allowed herself to drench herself in the essence of his soul. A flick of the lighter, the candlelit again, she was the beacon of hope and her prison the lighthouse that would lead the weary home from the sea. As the day broke, her light silenced once again.