She walked along the corridor. It’s always the same. Even after years, nothing had really changed.

The paintings were still hanging on the wall. Beautifully covered by tiny dust. But nothing had really changed. They’re still the same with bright colors he had always used. She smiled, recalling back the past memories one by one. Tears flooding her eyes as her steps become closer to a room at the end of the hall. She grabbed the knob but didn’t even think to open it. She’s scared. She’s scared of knowing that she’ll be haunted again after years. She’ll be haunted again by the memories. She’ll be haunted by his image. Again.

She gulped and tries to find the faith she’s been holding onto. She’s scared, but it’s been too long. She knows he’s been waiting for so long. He’s been waiting for her to come and share their memories again once in a while. She knows it. After getting the faith she’s holding on, she turned the knob down and pushes the wooden door slowly. She finally opened the long abandoned room. The room that belongs to both of them.