She walks away from the house, looking at the impressions her boots leave in the freshly fallen snow. The steps are familiar yet they are still hard to take, she hates goodbyes. Goodbyes are the worst things shes ever had to deal with, she has the feeling of despair and when you look closer you see that a tear is gliding silently down her cheek
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