There just happens to be a day where she recognizes it. It's like someones poured a bucket of warm water over her head and shoved her right into the freezing cold.
There's no side-way glances, or looking for each other out of the crowd. His back is turned and she walks straight ahead, pretending that it's better off that way.
As if nothing had ever happened between them, their past words meaningless and laughter hollow.
He'll always be her biggest what-if like she'll always be his almost was.
And they're still trying to piece it back together.
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Waiting for Rain
Short Story"At the end of it all, sometimes people don't fall in love." - Mira and Cason, and all the things that ensue. (excuse the cliche-esque) #537 in Short Story 2.18.15
