Lonely Hearts
The faded picture on the wall always intrigued him. He passed it every day, and had to stop for a moment and wonder.
Why was the picture tucked away in the corner of the library, why did she look so sad, and who was she?
The look on her face mirrored his own need for connection. He took solace in the fact that someone out there felt as he did.
One day he’d find a real life connection, and it would be amazing. For now, he had the lady in the library.
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