C27 Love Another

She closed her book right after they left. Poured some more wine in her glass. The silence was loud. It used to be comforting, that night, she felt alone. She stepped out of the balcony with her book still clutched between her arm and her waist, white wine in her left hand. Once in awhile, in these kinds of nights, she felt there's something missing in her life.

She didn't feel it very often