She had fallen, and had been lied to. Now she has a distance in her eyes, being reminded of men she had seen and known after him.
None the less, he was of no interest to her. He was a symbol of what could happen, of how easily one could fall.
He had somehow fallen. Talking to her someday would seal it, he guess. There, at the grass square that flanked a bit of their childhood, the same place where earlier expectations were not met. Out in the open, out there to be cleared. See where things stand.
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Why now? Why so long? It’s been years,” she murmured, upon seeing him.
She looked tired of it all.
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