“There isn’t much for me to say” she finally looked up at from her laptop and briefly glanced his way. There he awkwardly stood clutching onto a dirtied khaki pouch. In the last week the glow in his cheeks had been murdered by rough stubble. He was tired, yet the weight of his backpack was strangely comforting. The weight for her remained lodged in her throat, it tied her down and dragged her emotions into an endless abyss. She had no idea how to return.
“Take care Mia” in three words he severed their bond. A bond that would take three lifetimes to create again.”
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