All in Short Story: The Girl
Andrea, pale and thin in a dull gray chemise, sat on the cold stone floor on her right thigh, with her legs tucked under her, her right hand holding her up. Her long dark hair was stringy and hanging down around her face. Other than the light coming from an opening in the ceiling far above her, it was impossible to see any details of the room she was in.
“What...what happened to all of it?” Andrea asked, hardly able to get the words out, as tight and dry as her throat felt. She didn’t feel as though she were going to cry. But a ragged gasp escaped her mouth.
She reached out and lifted his chin up. Andrea said in tone that ensured her feelings could not be questioned, “Andreas, how could I forget you? You are a part of me, just as I was always a part of you.”
