perhaps it’s her mind playing tricks , yet her heart feels heavy .
“ a fleeting feeling .” a low murmur , then — a frown . “ yet … a presence by my side . missing — I do not know why I hurt .”
𝒉𝒆𝒓 ⸻ face . . . its blurry to me , as if someone intentionally put something in front of it .
i cannot remember 𝒉𝒆𝒓 name , though ... my heart , it hears for her voice , it knows 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ... whomever it is .