He looked straight ahead with an air of determination. A rain drop slid down his nose and clung to the end as he surveyed what lay ahead. The mist had now turned to rain. She was gone.
How lovely, the sound of her voice. He could only imagine. But at 1:58 in the afternoon on June 6 of 2006 his world would light up as it always did when she would say something. They walked on. He in relief.
It would only be a couple of days later that she would stop coming around for good. He went back to the usual spot where he could find her. All her belongings - everything packed up and gone leaving only the matted grass and broken twigs where she had slept.
The rain continued.
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