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Author P.O.V. Xander sat on his bed thinking about the time they spent together, everything looked like a dream to him. He pinched himself occasionally in a bid to know if it was a dream. He looked at his phone occasionally, waiting for her call but her call never came. The memories of the first time he met her at the club, kept on playing in his head. Her smiling face, beautiful curved pink lips, blue cat eyes. He found himself smiling as he remembered how childish she do laugh, during their conversations. Her smooth feminine voice which bright up his days. Now it was all gone, she left him alone, to face the ugly art of mourning. Xander wrapped his hands around himself, as tears found their way down to his cheeks. His eyes were damn red and teary, he remained in the same position, hoping she will call, hoping there will be a knock on his door and she will be the one there. Xander thought were beclouded by the time they spent together and her lifeless body. He has forgott