~ANONYMOUS

She was back.

Alive and breathing, and I actually did not believe it until proof stared at me right in the face.

My girl was alive.

Finally. Fucking finally.

I watched as she made her way out of the building, and a smirk curled on my lips as I tracked her motions.

She was alive.

I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs at the discovery, but I did not. That would draw people's attention to me. There would be time to celebrate this joyous occasion later.

A man walked ...