He looked at her picture again to quench the desire. She was looking down with a sad expression on her face. Her blonde, shimmering hair was draped over her left shoulder leaving the side of her head exposed to the sunlight. It danced on her pale skin and looked as though it was carressing her tenderly. She was standing in some scenic woodland. Behind her were the shadows of the trees dancing in the wind. Her blue eyes told her story of sadness and loss. They glimmered with tears. Her neck, it was always her neck that caught his attention. It was long and void of imperfections. His eyes lingered at her neck for a long time. He imagined placing his hand on it as he kissed her lips. A long sigh emerged from his lungs. She was his Aphrodite.

He slowly dropped the photo down to his side and released it onto the floor. It was time for him to move on. She was gone, but her memory haunted him. He walked, without a sound, away from her and out of the room. This was her new home. An empty room to reflect the emptiness she had left in him. The love he once bore for her was now the lock on the door. He took the key with him. He looked back for a brief moment, then he shut off the light and closed the door behind him...

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