Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room -

I nodded, feeling a sense of wonder.

“My father is gone now,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “But I still come here to remember. To remember the way he made me feel.”

I sat down next to her on the couch, and she didn’t move away. The silence between us was palpable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if we were two old friends who had known each other for years. Rendezvous With A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m used to being alone.”

“You like the room?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, feeling a sense of wonder

The girl turned to me, her eyes locking onto mine.

I reached out and took her hand, feeling a surge of compassion. To remember the way he made me feel

That’s when I saw her.