Bitter tears fill her eyes, brimming but not spilling. The lashes that frame her glassy eyes betray a truth I have known for some time now. She is glad to see me go. It is a strange sensation to experience. A disbelief and belief at the same time. Can one really fall from grace that rapidly? Though admittedly we'd fallen away from each other
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