~ She carried along a sad heaviness that bled into her gaze, staining it with the sting of loneliness, and regret. The prospects of living didn't seem too promising after all. Missing him. Missing home. Nothing could stop the maggots tearing into her brain. Causing her to forget who she was, and become a joyless host wandering around in hopes of finding love. ~
(I've been going on a streak of missing things. Sorry, if that's not what you like, but as of now that's all that's on my mind)