I was lost. I have always been lost since that day. When I thought about that day it seemed so far away. I can barely remember what day it is or how many days it has been since I first was trapped here. This place is timeless and empty with nothing but darkness. I have long gone insane and already numb to my surroundings. Whenever I feel a gush of wind, I know that someone has walked past me. Just like me, they were wandering aimlessly without a goal in their mind. I continued to walk as I no longer have the feeling of exhaustion. My physical body long is gone and I was practically just the cold breeze that filled up the abyss.

Every day, I continued on this useless journey. Every day drifting past the people who are facing the same punishment as I am. We don't interact with each other. All the people I have crossed paths with have sinned. We no longer remember our names or faces. We don't even have most of our memories. Memories of who we were or the people that we loved. We can't even remember the kind of person we were as we have become an empty shell of how we used to be. The only memories we have are of the person that had made us start this journey willingly.

Every time I thought of the man, a smile formed across my face. A daze but sad smile. Despite having memories of him, I can barely remember his face but just his name. Yet I still remember that he was my other half. I remembered calling out his name with so much love whenever we met. He would turn around and with that charming smile of his, reach out to wrap me in his embrace. I would always find myself staring at his lips as he called out my own name. Yearning for his kiss to which he gave me. Every moment I spent with him, I always felt glad that I got to meet him. I had wished to spend the rest of my life with him. He was the perfect man and everything that I wanted but...

He was married.

That was the one flaw in our relationship and the reason why I was trapped here. I would always wake up to find the side of the bed cold as I turned to see him calling his wife. I would stare and admire his back as he put on his clothes and made up the same excuse to his naïve wife. His wife always waiting for him at their home with a warm meal.

"Just stay," I said as I held his hand gently. He turned to look at me wrapped up in the blanket and my hair a curly mess.

He gave me a smile as he leaned down to stroke my hair. Despite my request, he promised to see me again soon. I returned a reluctant smile as I reached out to wipe the smudged lipstick at the corner. I was always quick to embrace him whenever we met but it was so easy to miss him when he left. That was the difference between his wife and I. He no longer felt the passion in his marriage to which he had found it with me. But no matter what, the person he would go back to is his wife.

I have learned my lesson now however when I was young, I had believed I wasn't to be blamed. I always thought it was the wife's fault for losing his attention. She wasn't a good wife if she couldn't stop her husband from entering an affair. I could give him everything he wanted. Unlike her, I was able to satisfy his deepest pleasures. That was why he would ignore his wife and pay attention to me. I was everything his wife wasn't. Perhaps that was my jealousy blurring my sense of morals.

Throughout the affair, I never felt pity for her but just contempt. Perhaps I am a bad person and that was why I was here. I was filled with jealousy and lusting for a man I shouldn't have taken. It lasted a year when the truth came out when he decided to divorce his wife. I was happy when he told me and I was quick to pull him into bed to have a steamy celebration. That was one of the best nights we have ever had and this time he never left to go back home. When I had woken up, I found him still at my side. I could only watch his features with love and happiness. Finally, he was mine.

That moment finally answered the question in our relationship. I was more important than his wife. He loved me more than his wife. A week after his confession, I was working as a chef. When my shift ended, I joked around with my coworkers. It went silent when one of the waiters came into the break room. He looked concerned as he told me that a woman was waiting for me. I was a bit confused but I should have known better as I walked out of the busy restaurant; I saw a young woman outside.

She looked like she hadn't slept for a long time and her face was streaked with tears. Her hands shook as she read through the small stack of paper she had. As I walked towards her, I was about to ask her who she was until she noticed me. She looked me up and down with shock which slowly melted into anger. She threw the papers at me and while I stood there confused, she called me vulgar names. I looked down at the papers that fell to the ground and realize they were divorce agreement papers.

I didn't remember after that. I had shouted back at her with my delusional speech that he loved me more than her. It turned physical as we grabbed each other's hair. We scratched, clawed and slapped each other. At that time, I didn't understand why she was fighting. She had already lost and he was mine. I finally shoved her to the ground as I looked down on her.

"This isn't my fault." I had said, haughtily. "Why don't you look into the mirror first?"

I turned around to leave. While I did so, I thought about telling my love about his crazy wife. That was when she grabbed my hair as she yelled that she wasn't done with me. I gritted my teeth as I held her wrists to pull her off of me. Finally, I managed to get her to lose her grip. I stumbled backwards slightly. I glared at her, my hair a mess. She glared back, clenching her fist that had a few strands of hair that she pulled out. As I swore at her, I heard a car honk and turned to see the blaring lights of a car.

That was the last I saw before I died. I didn't even get to see him one last time before I died. I couldn't help but felt anger at his wife. If she hadn't of went to see me that day, I would have still been alive. I would've been able to have a real relationship with him. Then we can get married and even start a family. Everything had gone perfectly for me and now it was gone and ruined by her.

In the darkness, I gave a wail. My voice was nothing but a whisper as I floated in the abyss.

"Henry!" I cried out as the other lost souls ignored me. They were all busy with their own trauma.

The only reason for my journey. I knew he was here as we both sinned. He'll be looking for me as well. We have to find each other. If this horrid place is the only way for us to be together then I will desperately find him.

I cried out his name as I aimlessly walked. This was our punishment.

"Maria!" A lost soul called out as it wandered. Its voice was nothing but an echo.

We passed by each other as we continued to search for our lost love. This is the punishment. We're condemned to find our love. Yet how can we when we no longer remember their faces as our physical bodies have already decayed. And how will they know we were looking for them when even they can't remember their names? It didn't matter how long it would take for me to find him. I was already trapped here. I will do whatever it takes to be with him again.

He was my lost half.