...and yesterday, when she felt alone, she wrote again. she felt the lonelyness that was born in the Other Side inside glass shoes and that came over to This Side. she felt alone wandering on the long roads of Desolace, just ghosts, beasts and enemies around, she being her only friend. she felt the lonelyness that one can't or don't want to share, though phone is within the reach. yesterday she felt it all and it made her write. and she was happy again, feeling her old lover caress her palm, take her handwriting into itself, absorb her though and preserve her mind. more red filled the white and after six times dozen days she could think again.