She kissed like someone who was trying to remind herself that she did in fact love this man once. In the extended moments the kiss lingered on their lips, each person could tell that it was all over. The love had dried up long ago and every excuse that plagued their brain just made them more and more miserable. It was a fitting tribute to a brief life together that had lived long beyond its time.
She stared at him with gentle eyes that betrayed her true intent, "I'm sorry . . ."
"You don't have to be," he replied, already reducing her to a stranger once again, "it was bound to happen." He turned his back on the tears already sliding down her face. He pushed himself forward and out the door, unwilling to let her see the inner turmoil bubbling up to the surface. Without turning back, he said, "You can have anything you like. Just don't be here when I get back."
And with that, he was gone.
She stared at him with gentle eyes that betrayed her true intent, "I'm sorry . . ."
"You don't have to be," he replied, already reducing her to a stranger once again, "it was bound to happen." He turned his back on the tears already sliding down her face. He pushed himself forward and out the door, unwilling to let her see the inner turmoil bubbling up to the surface. Without turning back, he said, "You can have anything you like. Just don't be here when I get back."
And with that, he was gone.
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