Found this piece of work by Lisa Michaels. Very interesting I have to say~~~

"Memories

Looking out the rain-fogged window, eyes that were holding back choked tears began to quiver and a lone tear rolls down her cheek. Wiping the tear away before it falls to the ground; she turns away from the window. Looking at the front door, the image of his dejected back walking out into the rain appears before her eyes. Swallowing back the ache within her heart, she walks to her room. As she steps in, the vision of him sitting up immediately with a big grin on his face as he bounds up to greet her with his messy hair bouncing around appears right before her as he suddenly disappears from her view. Braving herself, she moves forward into the room and closes the door. Immediately the ghost of his touch appears, gently caressing her back and his warm breath on her neck breathing slowly with his arms around her holding her softly yet so firmly relaying the message “I’ll never leave you” gently to her. His scent suddenly fills her up as his smile and enthusiastic laughter burst into her mind. At once the will holding back her tears falters and the tears pour down her eyes like a rush of a rapid river causing her to fall to her knees and she starts to sob bitterly.

As the torrent of tears that runs down her face, memories of him surfaces along with the memories of her throwing his attempt to salvage their relationship in his face. She sees him holding her hand as they walk through the mall they usually frequent, the rings that he bought for the both of them and of how he threw his away after being spurned by her. The voice that said her name so gently as they made love, the sound of the rhythmic beating of his heart as she lies on his chest when they were done, his concerned look when she used to cry in front of him, the grin he gave whenever he saw her, the smile he threw her way whenever he was with her, the boisterous laughter that never ceased to infect her, and the intentional clumsiness that he pulled whenever she was upset.

Now, all that’s left are mere memories of what used to be a beautiful past. His eyes no longer gaze warmly towards her. All that’s left is a cold look. Hands that were once linked with hers, now linked with another. Words of comfort and understanding that were whispered in her ears, now whispered to another. He looks at her now with complete sadness and disappointment. Giving up on what they had built for he knows that without her, it will all be for naught.

A cry of anguish now escapes her lips as she knows now that one like him will never return. Never again will she feel the warmth and comfort of the past as they now scorn her for her choices. All that’s left is just the tears that keep running down her face, a closed door, a cold room, the pouring rain and memories of what used to be."