She looked at him, the pause in conversation too much to bare at this point.
"Don't ask me what life is like without you, because I won't lie to spare your feelings." She said, simply.
Her Grandmother always said the truth stings before it heals.
With one more look, she walked away.
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When he was alone, those last words struck him like silent lighting; loud in it's metaphoric clarity.
It's been some time, since they were whole, since the gap was closed- bridges.
It didn't burned, as quick and easy the downfall of a friendship could be.
Instead, the figurative bridge teared, wood splintered, then heavy steps-sharp words escalated to fights, broke it apart; the bridge fell.
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The small creek at the edge of the city, a hidden treasure shared among the two of them, was always peaceful, almost majestic in the sunset.
She pondered of the past, of him, and of them together.
She was curious about the future; what thought of life would be-without someone that completed her so, a puzzle since childhood, that was no more?
She didn't long as she used to; she didn't wish on the stars.
No, she simply looked at the sky, with a life-wise eye, and wondered what laid ahead of her.
*fin*
