Yearning
The sky turned a shade darker and the cool breeze wafted mingled with pleasant rains recreating an aura of mellifluous melody. She sat by the window pane idly eyeing the swaying bloom outside, repressing the hurt and tears waiting to be unleashed. Reminiscing him and his love she finally cries letting out a sigh.
P.S: The story is made up of 54 words, 55th word is the title.
-Fatima