A girl is left back on the porch; the porch is cold- as cold as hearts. She sits here day and night, waiting for those who left her behind. Her teary eyes pans left and right, clinging to a dying hope she still thinks “they might”.
Days turn into nights, nights are invaded by light.
The girl who was left on the porch pets her agony. She ceases to hope, she stops waiting. Her countenance is numb, her heart bled dry; her vision blurs, she drifts into a kaleidoscopic heaven.
The girl who was left on the porch is no longer there.
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