An unbearable brightness woke me at morn. Then I remembered. I had found her.
I turned to caress her. But I was alone. Her side of the bed was empty, the pillows still fluffed. I slowly gazed my surroundings. The bedroom revealed nothing. I hurried the other rooms. No sign of her. Had I dreamt this up?
My heart began to ache. Where had she gone? Had I done wrong?
I ravaged the streets, looking, hoping for a glimpse of familiarity, a faint scent of her perfume... But my footsteps of the night past were untraceable in light of day. I was in a different world. A different place. Lost without the guiding hand of fog.
I knew that I would have to face winter alone. I had lost her.
I pretended my days no longer. I was alone in the white of cold, the snow-covered ground soft under my feet. My emotions familiar once again. Melancholia; desideria.
But I had her memories. Memories that I never wanted to forget. Memories that I wished would stay new. These memories... no longer the same.
I waited for her, in the farewell of nostalgia. But she never returned.