She vanished just as the year had ended. He searched extensively for the love of his life, but alas, he had to accept the harsh reality that she was truly gone that night. He prayed that he could forget her and all the memories of her soft and delicate skin caressing his hand. As he walked home, he cried; his tears streamed down his face as the rain poured down his back. He felt so lost, like a child in a crowded room calling for his mother. He did not understand why he hurt this bad; he was destroyed and thought about everything he once had. He finally got to his apartment sopping wet from the heavy downpour, not only because of the storm but his tears as well. He walked up the steep stairs and opened the door; he walked in only to find an eviction notice on the table in the kitchen. The notice was set for January 2; there was no way he could pay it on time. That night, he gathered all his possessions and left for a cheap motel two blocks away from the apartment complex.

    “Name?” said the man with a demanding tone.

“Oh, um, Runnels. William Runnels.” He answered. William walked up to the desk, hoping to see the name tag on the man.

    “Will, if I can call you that, we only have one room in here, but I want to warn you, it's…” William then interrupted him. "Sir, with all due respect, you don’t know what I've been through tonight; this has been the worst New Year's I've ever experienced. The love of my life quite literally seemed to have disappeared; I don’t have a car, and to add a sour cherry on top, I'm getting evicted out of my broken-down apartment, so, sir, I frankly don’t care as to what the room looks like”. Dumbfounded, the man gave William the key. As William walked to his room, he heard strange, unnatural, and slightly disturbing sounds coming from some of the rooms. As if a group of wild animals were having a party of some sort, but he didn’t pay much attention; he was just grateful to be out of the cold. Yet deep inside, he had a heart yearning to hear the whisper of his sweet love's voice.

    William opened the door to his room, and he saw a mirror in there, but not just any mirror. This mirror had something written on it; he tried to read it, but the words were so scratched up on its shiny golden frame, he gave up deeming the words not important and headed on to bed. That night, William cried himself to sleep, missing the voice of his lost love over the nightly phone calls they used to have. He woke up in the middle of the night, trying to figure out what had happened to her. One minute, they were standing on a wooden dock overlooking the beautiful water that was glistening due to the glimmering moon; next, he no longer felt her hand grasping his, and he searched for her and saw that she had gone. He sat up to the side of the bed, retrieved a glass vase, and threw it in pure envy and anger up against the wall, shattering the vase in thousands of small pieces all over the floor. He screamed as a banshee seeking her victim.