Lost

The room is dark the moon light feels up the room. It shines on a woman setting up in her bed her long green hair covers her face as she looks down at the picture that she holds in her hands. It is a picture of a man standing out side of a building with a smile on his face with a sparkle in his eyes his short brown hair spiked up. She holds the picture to her chest as tears ran down her face saying his name over and over Mark,Mark,Mark over and over.