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Jonas looked out the window with red in his eyes. He peered into the hazy frame outside, one could hear the faint pattering of rain against the roof. The rushing sound of the water running through the gutters outside. The tiny rivers of water that reached their way to the mossy earth. It was peaceful, and yet the tension in his soul finally snapped as he began to cry. The letter he had received just an hour ago now sat there on the table near the fireplace. It’s true meaning only now began to set in. “She’s.. gone.” He whispered to himself. He collapsed in the chair next to him and listen to the wood of the fireplace crackle as the rain continued pouring outside. The fire cast a warm orange glow over the living room. Yet its warmth never touched him, he lingered on the edge of its domain where the stone and the wood of his house turned cold and grey. What was he going to do? The last person who he truly knew in this world. The only person who had accepted him for who he was. She was gone, and all he had left of her was a letter. He tried inwardly to push himself forward, to keep going. Yet a feeling of pure hopelessness, true isolation, crept in. What could he do? What was his purpose now? All he could do was listen to the rain. And maybe he just imagined it, but, even if only for a moment, it seemed as if the world had come to a stop.