I stare at the distance, sitting on a bench.. The day is cold, wet rain trickling onto the pavement. Tiny droplets soak my hair and my clothes. A feeling of emptiness hit me. Everyday, it sucked some of my soul away. I didn't know how many days I had left before there was none of it left.
Two small hands grabbed my arm. A girl. "Papa. It's me. Rosie loves you." I did not know this girl. Still, although she was not mine, I knew I was hers. A bond that would transcend us, for all of time.
ns 15.158.61.20da2
