With unfathomable eyes she watched as he walked down the wet, broken path, shoulders slumped, believing every untruth she had uttered. He’d never look for her again. He’d forget and love again. He would never know that there were only a few days left. For her. And as the tears brimmed over, inexplicably, she smiled.
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