“I will miss you” beamed darkly from an irritatingly-bright flouroscent-background of a dormant mobile. A faint smile carved itself on the bloody lips. Strength returned to a lonely wounded soul on a desolate highway ploughed down by a reckless faceless powermonger. The strength came; but also brought with it, the power of thought. The soul longed for a nimble caress of his lady. But the mind still puzzled on the ‘will’. She always missed him but never told him she would. Strange it was.
Realization hit. An orphaned tear swept away with a life lost. A lover jilted.