And the fog came, thick, gray, and cool on her skin. Opening her mouth she inhaled the air, hoping the fog would cleanse her insides. Hoping that it would clear her heart and her mind of him. Of his taste, his scent… the mark he left on her soul. She loved him, after all this time, but she wasn’t in love with him anymore. She wanted to be free of his memory, of his everything. So she stood staring at the water watching the fog swallow it; swallow her. Hoping, begging, praying that the universe would hear her plea and rid her of the man who once was her everything but instead took her everything.

From Morgana Bell’s Tales.