Sat in a car at an empty parking lot,

Two stories, both different, said by the same.

The tongue spewed words, but with every pause, the eyes, they spoke differently.

A hint of truth in the way tears streamed down her face.

He tried to dry them, but she moved away.

Afraid his touch would once again relight a fire, which once engulfed her with passion, then burnt her with pain.

‘Not again will I put myself through this’ she said.

With a hug and his sleeve soaked, she closed the door behind her, walked away, never to look back again.


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