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Yesterday he appeared again. I was drawing
circles on the windowpane and then he
appeared. He stood outside with his hands
deep in his pockets, looking up at me. As I
reached for the latch to open the window I saw
him dissolve in front of my eyes. The window
remained closed.
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I tried telling my mother about him, but she
looked straight through me. They think I’m on
another planet. But I’m not. He often passes by
the house and stops by the window, his dark
eyes staring right into me. If it wasn’t for the
fact that I know he deeply cares for me it would
be almost…creepy.
The same thing happens every time – I call out
to him and he vanishes.
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This morning I woke up to find him in my room.
He was looking through my diary…the very diary
I am writing in now. I could see his eyes fill up
with a deep sadness. I reached out for his
trembling arm. It was as if my hand went
straight through him. Before I could ask a
question he was gone again.
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I was torn between running after him and
seeing what had brought tears to his eyes.
Which page was he looking at?
I turned the leaves of the book. There –
labelled with a dark smudge – was the page
that must have broke his heart.
“January 12th
I can’t wait for Thursday. It’s my father’s
birthday and I’m finally going to see him after all
these years. Can’t wait to see his face when he
opens his prezzie. It’s a picture of me as a little
baby. He’s holding me on the bonnet of his
vintage car…”
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I ran to the window. The same car was there
on the pavement. In fact it had stayed there –
a reminder of him – since I was a little girl.
It was about two weeks ago that the arguments
started. My mother refused to believe that the
man had ever existed.
I hated her for that. I needed to show her that
he did exist.