There she was, sitting in his parents house. Even though he was gone and his room was now empty, she still came over two or three times a week to study and just visit. Secretly, she enjoyed these nights just as much [if not more] as his parents did. His dad always made sure she was still doing well, he always seemed to worry about her. That really made her feel like she was apart of the family.
As she sat there, at the counter where they had shared so many meals, she couldn't help but miss him terribly. Remembering all the times she had sat in that very spot waiting for him to get home from work made her want to cry. Fore she knew, that tonight, she wouldn't hear his radio thumping up the driveway, she wouldn't hear the "click" of his key unlocking the front door as he entered the house, and she wouldn't hear him call her name as he walked into the kitchen to find her waiting with a smile.
At these thoughts, the tears no longer could be held within the brim of her eyelids and the dam of her tear ducts broke. As much as she knew in her heart he was doing what was best for him and his life [and she would never stand in the way of that]. Her heart still longed to have him back with her. She just simply missed him terribly.
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