She had gathered all her witchy-wichcraft precious items and had gone for a long walk in the dark woods… Seeking the perfect emplacement to implore the moon.

She set up the magic stones, burned some patchouly incense while dancing in the soft moon beams… Chanting incantations, in a strange language she had learned in her old grimoires,  she moved to the East, to the West, letting the long ribbons along he arms create a mysterious silhouette in the night.

And finally, sitting in the middle of the magic circle, she burned her favorite picture of him…

Be happy… She said.