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   The sun shone through the window making her luscious, brunette hair gleam. Her head turned to Sarah making her way to the balcony.She was focused on the Golden Gate Bridge, near where Gabriel’s death took place. She frequently thought of him, though she had not a single clue why, for he meant nothing to her.

The clock had struck eight, she got dressed and made her way to work. Emily quite enjoyed her job, she liked the place, the way it smelt, she loved seeing her office with her typewriter on her desk first thing when she gets out of the corridor, but disliked working around people. Walking down the corridor she felt the cool breeze brush against her soft face. She made herself comfortable and noticed a light haired middle-aged short man wearing beige pants with a mug in his hands standing at the back. Turning over to Sarah her face became confused and stern asking who the fellow was.

“Oh, that’s Craig Dilens, the new boss, haven’t you heard” Sarah replied. She studied him for a good while and felt he was nothing like Gabriel, so modest and unattractive, she thought Gabriel was proud, attractive and a self-centred ass. Over the days Craig got to know everyone including Emily, and was slowly noticing her fascinating work and slowly started to admire it.

On a brisk day when the sun was hiding behind the clouds in the middle of April, Craig summoned her to his office. As she entered the small dusty office with Craig sitting in front of a desk she was concerned without a clue of what was going on. “Please, take a seat” he requested “I’ve been very impressed with your work lately.” Emily looked around, not knowing what to say.

“Thank you… Mr. Dilens” she answered. She could not stop being nervous, shaking like a leaf.

“Miss Stevenson, your work is unbelievably sufficient, and I've been thinking,” he paused to light a cigarette “Thinking of giving you the opportunity to write in the Vogue magazine” she turned red.“write an article on the famous British model, Alexander Dickens, and if I happen to like this article, you may write about whatever pleases you most” Emily could hear the bells of joy ring like a choir of singers when he dropped some files in her arms.

“Thank you so much!” she said in laughter “Don’t worry, I...I won’t disappoint you sir.” she left the office feeling like she was about to explode in tears of joy. Walking to her apartment she felt it impossible to remove the stitched smile on her face, but the next step she took she felt the memory of Gabriel’s death strike her. One thousand leagues under her soul she felt that she should go to his grave. though she had not a single clue why, for he meant nothing to her, he was like a toy she enjoyed playing with from time to time, he was someone that gave her pleasure when fooling around.No one nor anything ever built up the shallow hole inside of her, but Gabriel shone the tiniest ball of light to her soul, she could barely see it, but she knew it was there.The cemetery looked dead. Mist wandered through it like the dark spirits that roamed. she concentrated on Gabriel’s grave, she noticed he was loved by many from all the flowers. She examined his grave stoned and focused on the bright embroidery of his name. What caught her eye was the date, 1944-1975, so young. she stood staring until her face dropped to her watch that was passed on from her father, who had tragically run into an accident at a railway. As she made her way out of the cemetery she stopped herself from a man in the far distance.He was a blonde, tall, blue eyes with a tough face. He stared directly at Gabriel’s gravestone but then he seemed to drop the gravestone and fixed his eyes on Emily with a friendly smile. Looking at him was like looking directly into a bull’s eye, he made her shriek. His face, his body, his smile, everything looked familiar about him, she just could not put her finger on it. As she took a closer look at the man she felt a knife stab through her, it was Brian, her ex-boyfriend.