It's coming, and she can feel it. That phantom sensation. That marriage of souls, which she hasn't truly known in a little over three years. The ring still sits on her finger, the image in her mind, the love in her heart. But he's gone. They're gone. She's here, alone, in the pantry, searching for something to fill the emptiness. The physical, the rumbling in her stomach, she can satisfy. But the deeper pain, there's no cure for that. Nothing in this world, anyway.
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