Midnight story [Melancholy]

She was lying on the cold floor of her living room, accompanied only by the immense darkness that the night gave her.

He held in his hands a photograph that clung to his chest, while his eyes began to sprout tears, which as they came out rinsed his face and soul.

Feeling that drowned cry that gave him loneliness in the darkness that she was seized, wanting to scream at the loneliness that he left but could not, there were no words or moans coming from his mouth.

In that enormous darkness she could only think, if he would be alright. Would she be cold or feel desolation? Will he know, the great void left in his life?

There were so many uncertainties that overwhelmed her that she only wished that she would spend that night quickly, thinking that in the morning she would go out as if nothing, showing the world a big smile when inside she only felt sadness and great sorrow.

I also knew that I would learn to live with it, because life is a cycle where every minute a new being is born and a life is dismissed forever, where only those memories and good moments that I shared with that beloved person will remain.

That he is and was the love of his life, he also knows that he will never get anyone like him, he will not be able to run into those arms that are not so strong anymore, that so many times they made her feel protected and loved, that someone who always had a Great advice for her or just to kiss her on the cheek and call him Dad.