He stands frozen as your footsteps fade into the distance, the sound of your voice still echoing in his chest. The wind brushes past him, carrying the scent of your scent—familiar and final. He doesn’t chase you. He just watches the space where you used to be, eyes burning with what he never said. I didn’t realize I loved you until the silence felt heavier than your goodbye. I love you… He sit down on the bench. He stays there, silent, til he realized it's been a while and the sun's down
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