As she should stood there, a man with a familiar face scaled the hill. When he reached her, he leaned on the old sycamore and caught his breath. Then he called out.
"Who are you waiting for?" She sighed and from behind her he wasn't able to see the disappointment in her eyes.
"Someone who used to be."
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Shade(s) • For A Hundred Different Eyes
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