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The man turns around, and it's him.
She should have know, she should have relied on her instincts to tell her who this was.
She should have recognized the contours of his back, having run her hands over it countless times.
But then, who could blame her for not recognizing. She had searched for him in the shadows of many.
For a year she had searched for him in the crowds, running here and there, following men on the streets on the suspicion that it was him, only to be humiliated and find out that it wasn't.
Even that habit of hers was old now, having left it behind some 2 years, on the anniversary of the day he left her.
He had left her and never returned.
But its not like she can blame him.
From the beginning, he had told her, this was not forever. She was his safe harbor, his sanity, his anchor in his crazy world. He had never even told her he loved her.
She remembers the last time she saw his back
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She was barely awake, having studied late the previous night.
She was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, making her way to the kitchen.
It was her turn to make breakfast, since she was the one with morning class today.
Still contemplating the unfairness of having class this early, she is surprised to find him sitting in the darkened entry way, tying his shoes.
There are bags lying on the floor next to him.
Funny, he had not told her of any trips.
But still, this sight was not unusual, he was always having to go on business trips.
He looks up at her once he is done with preparations to leave.
Before she can question him, he says, "good morning, sorry I did not wake you, I have some emergency I will have to go"
Without waiting for a reply, he grabs his bags and rushes out, lingering only to give her a brief kiss at the crown of her head.
Funny, he always says, "see you soon", but he did not today, must have been in a hurry.
Making her way into the kitchen, she tidies up the remnants of his coffee and breakfast, before going about her daily routines, thinking nothing of his behavior.
Not even noticing the small differences of that last meeting.
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Not until it's a year later, and she was still waiting for him to return.
Now, 3 years later, she remembers again.
He never did return to her, but it seems she found him.
He was the fiance of her fiances best friend.
She does not know how to greet him.
If he had returned in a few days, she would have kissed him.
If he had returned in a few months, she would have slapped him and then kissed him.
If he had returned within the first year, or even on the anniversary of the day he left, she would have wept and held onto him tight.
But its 3 years later, and what should she do now, what can she do now.
Should she slap him, should she weep, should she no longer care.
She doesn't know.
Only one word remains. "Why?"
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The END
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