A Stalker

Jasmine was stunned for a moment then turned around, but the man was no longer there. Disappear at a bend in the road.

 "That voice, El??!" Jasmine's black eyes widened perfectly as she recognized the voice that had filled her past. The voice that she had missed so much.

 "Do I miss him so much that it feels like someone else is him?" Jasmine shook her head, trying to accept the fact that her first husband had died. Jasmine herself buried him. Jasmine herself sprinkled the earth into his grave.

 The sun was shining quite brightly, several pigeons roamed the city park, picking up bread crumbs belonging to visitors, most of whom were local office people. They waited for the lunch hour to end. Jasmine had yet to reach her destination, her legs still wandering.

"Where should I go?" Jasmine muttered. She had no destination to go.

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