Ryan Ramberose

So.. there he sat. A long way away from home in an unfamiliar yet insalubrious land trying to absorb the immaculate beauty that lay before his innocent inexperienced eyes. As he pondered over many a time from a not so distant past, his thoughts drifted unconsciously to the summer of ’16. It was a great year for him, however, it had begun with a sombre scene of note. The galling bitter melancholy of losing a friend dearest shook him inexplicably to his core and he could not help but hope it to be a dream, for this pain was unfathomable. But that was it, she was gone. Without a warning, explanation or goodbye, the script was writ. The loss had a ripple effect on all those she had magically touched and the pain was vividly blinding when her cold lifeless body was being laid to rest. As everyone paid their last respects, his gaze fell on the silhouette of her corpse and he could not help but feel his soul wither as streams of tears ran down his face past the dark rims of his shades. With every tear came a flashback of a memory.. “she’s gone, she’s actually gone,” he thought. “And never coming back, ” he sobbed and thought further.