The missing lock...

There came days when she couldn't stand them. They stared at her sadly, as if they had heard her midnight screams. And sometimes when the sun barged in and disrupted her dreams, she woke up to their rude grins.

The favourite book....

“You are my favourite book,” she had declared to him that morning. The evening before, he'd travelled all the way to another state just to see her. On a bike, riding for nine hours. It felt like a story to her, no not the fairy tales which were just gruesome tales wrapped in glittery paper. 

Silent words

“This seems just like a movie set!” she exclaimed.

He laughed. Thinking how even little things excited her. It was one of the qualities he loved in her. 

But he wouldn’t tell her that. As always.