She walked down that long hallway that she walked so long ago. Stepping over the broken glass and bit of plaster from the walls. The breeze from the cool night air blowing the torn and tattered white curtains that still hung in the windows to the left of her. The sound of the cars and people walking about outside were just barely audible. She reached the end of the hallway and opened the double doors. She looked around at the decaying room, picturing what used to be. The rows and rows of books that were so carefully placed upon the shelfs that were no longer there. The red velvet fainting couch that sat in the middle of the room where memories so loved were made. The bricks from the fireplace were scattered on the ground in front if it. The paintings that hung around the room were broken. Some on the floor. Some, just barely hanging there with what little life they had left. She walked through the room to the spiral staircase in the corner. She carefully made her way up them to the roof. It was now raining lightly. It gently fell on her face as she walked across the roof to the edge and sat down admiring the city below her. Sadness began to fill her as the memories rushed to her head. The fun she had as he chased her down the hallway as the wind blew through the windows and the curtains brushed their faces. The joy she felt laying there on him as he sat and read on the couch while the fire lit the room. The love she felt as they lay on the roof together gazing at the stars. As she wiped her tears away she headed for the staircase. She walked back through the room and stopped to see the door the bedroom. She turned and slowly made her way to it. She stopped to listen and take a breath before slowly opening the door. The room was empty. No beautiful canopied bed covered with black and red satin sheets. No shelves on the walls filled with candles. Not even the balcony was left of the burnt down room. She shut the door and exhaled. She walked out of the room slowly. She walked down the hall, not bothering to avoid the broken glass this time. And she left the building. Never once looking back as she got into her car and began to drive away. Not wanting to forget, but unbearable to remember.
YOU'RE ALWAYS IN MY HEART IN MY MIND. I LOVE YOU
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