Once again, she sat in the same spot, a cup of cold coffee and her open diary by her side. This has become a routine ever since she was separated from him.
Although it was voluntary, she felt wronged. Her life was no longer filled with colors like before. Arya's strong fear was slowly dying out.
Dear Diary,
It's been 154 days since the last time I saw my love. Nothing seems to be the same any more. I feel strange inside.
It's been a long day my love. Seasons have changed, the hands of the clocks turned and the phases of the moon went and came back.
The only thing that remained constant through it all is how much I long for you. Perhaps it's Karma. I can't even give you a call because now, I have a different kind of fear.
Am I still the woman you can die for? Do you still love me as much as you used to? Are you in a better place? Did you meet someone else.?