With a beautiful sunset in the background, he sat solving his Sudoku puzzle. While most of the numbers fit themselves in the box, one number was still missing.
Anxious to finish the puzzle, he searched for it everywhere. In the dying rays of the sun, in the pages of his book, in the fading clouds and even in the crevices of his mind.
But little did he know that it was buried in one of the chambers of his heart. The heart which was engulfed in secrets. The secrets which were locked in his heart.
Never to be revealed.
It forever became that missing number.
***
"Sometimes, some numbers should be allowed to go missing."
Just like #100, right?
