February 9th, 2013
The clock read 3:46 am. I can’t sleep; I miss her. The days go by without notice, I can’t stop thinking about her. Her laugh, her smile, the way the small dimple in her cheek pops out when she’s truly happy. We had come so far, but they took her from me. I feel like I could have tried harder to keep her in my grasp. But you know what they say about being The Searcher, you’ll never be truly happy.
