"She was alone, now. Standing static with his shirt in her hands. It wasn't an empty room. It was full of memories she brought with her. He was everywhere.
The air was heavy and the world was changed. But where there used to be a presence; a voice; a vision, once, always guiding her - every step - now there was the feeling of it. It wasn't gone. And she would never let it slip away."
Ode to a Nightingale
adaptado do original de 2006, "Missing".
para você, Seh.