Weeks had passed, and there was no news about him. The lamp of hope was slowly dying out, all ready to be extinguished any second by just a tiny wave of wind.
For weeks she didn't come out of her room. Confined within the walls of her room, she found solace in her diary. Every day she would write into her diary and her blog, expecting her Maverick to read and reply to her. Every day she scanned the comments sections desperately in search of a sign, but there was none.
The whole day she would either cry or talk with her locket, which Raymond had given to her, hoping that he would hear her out.
Although the ray of hope in her was diminishing every passing day, she still couldn't accept that he was there no more in her life. She didn't even attend the mourning prayer arranged at Katherine's place because she didn't believe that he had left her. She had left socializing with anyone, who would remotely try to convince her that he was there no more.
