P.S

A Story by Rebecca

Love,

A face I can't seem to recognize, but at the same time, I find oh so familiar. This tormentive face of one I once knew, but, because fate is cruel, I no longer have such a pleasure. Why does this horrid aura again appear? Even through these new eyes with which I've obtained, You, cruel one, are suppose to vanish in this life, appear in one without my existance, be born when I die, cruel soul! You agreed to this bargain, for both our sakes, why break it now? I can't see you, but I feel this haunting presence. Love, are you there? Are you truly watching me, or is my mind just playing games quietly in my head, so quietly that, she forgets to notify me of her actions. We agreed upon separation, though I'm not afraid to admit, I hope you've broken our little deal.

Always,

Rose

P.S. Your song is playing.