“It’s as if we’re made to move in parallel,” she said.
“It seems to me that he showed there wasn’t a point to fight for me, for us.”
“Well then, what’re you waiting for? Run along.”
I’d just barely concluded my statement when I heard screeching rubber soles from her shoe. It has started raining and there she was, stiff with gaping lips.
I traced her line of sight to a spruce lad, curiously staring at her with a seemingly habitual cheeky smile.