Literature
Stranger to Falling.
The house was empty. Winds howled softly around the building as soft grey clouds dulled the light inside the open rooms. It was such a big emptiness. The kind that seemed to both fill her and exclude her, as if she was a part, yet still apart.
He wasn't here. No one was.
The empty plates sat on the table, the bowls still covered and the cutlery still gleaming. Light bounced around the unfilled glasses, almost playful, almost. Everything was so bland. Plain.
4 hours of time. That was what they had started with. 3 hours left, no one was here. 2 hours dwindled to 1. Reality started to set in. She should have known. She should have expected this,