Is it for real? She asked. But no one was there to hear her. HE was already gone, blaming her for the last few years he lost in vane. Blaming her for everything she did or didn’t do. Blaming her for being what she is: a mixture of illusions, happiness and pain.
He left without looking back, running away from the past they shared together, hoping in finding a bright future with someone the same like him: selfish and incomplete.
As she stood there, in an empty house, watching him leave, ...
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