“What’s the point? We always end up where we started.”
“Please leave. She’s waiting for you.”
“That’s not it.”
“You know it is.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You won’t.”
“I will.”
He wiped away the solitary tear,
brushed the hair out of her eye,
and ever so softly, he kissed her.
And then, he left.
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