Stepping forward, a sudden force pulled me back as her firm grip on my hand pushed me down.
"I won't let you leave like this," she declared, rising to her feet.
Surprised by the strength of her hold, I found myself on the soft sofa as she propelled me onto it.
"Sit here; I'll brew some hot coffee for you."
Left alone in the living room, separated from the kitchen by a partition, I gazed out of the window. The sun dipped, casting a pinkish hue on the sky. I rose, parted the curtain, and absorbed the view of the bustling road outside.
Unbeknownst to me, she returned with two white mugs of coffee, wisps rising from them. "Here's your coffee," she said behind me, offering the mug.
"Thanks," I whispered softly.
You know, in the evenings, when loneliness sets in, I stand by the window and
