Nine

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love."

Washington Irving~

She is Taylor, his Taylor. He declares as he stares at her.

His eyes cannot be playing tricks on him, can they? He knew he didn't even have much to drink compared to other days, he just had a few bottles, but if he's seeing things, then that means he's doomed, lost without recovery. He prays that it will not be like one of the many dreams of Taylor he's had to wake up from in the past years, how frustrated he had been then.

Longing for her, craving her, but not having her, he'd wake up some night certain what he'd seen was real, but only to be reminded of the reality that it wasn't. Those were his nightmare, his hell and his torture, being genuinely happy only to be thrust ba