Her.
It wasn’t her.
For one lightening and thunder moment she was there. Reachable. A few feet away.
She turned and became someone else and the world ended all over again.
But the dust settled and the clouds parted and he remembered his hands and his coffee. His newspaper and the girl sitting next to him.
“You just went pale. Are you feeling alright?” She asked, her hand on his shoulder, her eyebrows drawn together. He pulled a smile out of his back pocket and smoothed out the creases.
“Yes.” He said and kissed her.
She tasted someone else in his mind.
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