The park is empty at this time of the day. Nothing can be heard except for the tree's leafs brushed against each other and the chirping of the birds flying by.

The snow is already gone, melted away and placed by water drop that wetting the ground a little.

Everthing is back to normal.

And there she is ....

The same park

The same bench

Under the same tree.. holding into her sketch book.. looking into space, her mind is somewhere else .. until a single cold breeze passed her making her body to jerk up quickly , looking around her with much hope and a heart beating faster than ever.

"Howon....is that you?" she asked no one, her head is turning in all direction, hoping to see him, to appear again infront of her.

But its only the silence that asnwered her back, and her heart and hope dropped to the ground again in disappointment.

she sat back again, hugging her sketch book tightly, trying hard to prevent her eyes from spelling any tears..

and again..... she's .. lonely