Solitude seemed to follow her even when accompanied by others. Every moment had a lingering thought attached to the one she loved. She wondered if he longed for her as she did for him. She wondered if emptiness occupied him. She wondered if he closed the gap that once was fulfilled by her presence. She wondered all of these things but ultimately decided not to make any conclusions.
Instead of concluding, she wrote and writing turned into the one place that she could find solace. Words empowered her character. So she wrote and wrote. She allowed words to guide her path and if words failed she took it as a sign of needing to rest.