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Gone, gone—- the moments had passed by ( slowly, yet not painfully ), and the road ahead had only urged his feet to move along. How could it have been painful; his heart bled with the love that had filled it over the past year ( how long had it been exactly... ), and his mind constantly gone back to the one who caused these feelings. 

‘ Come back, ’ 

His soul called—- no response. 

Where did you go? The search for truth and ideals were never over—- but what use was a lonely journey in search of what remains unanswered.