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Today Is Their Last Day
So there it was, the end of the affair, given with his customary unflinching honesty. They'd finally used up their borrowed time, and she was standing on the doorstep the next day, something she'd worked so hard to avoid.
"We were never a good fit, were we?" she murmured, her voice hollow with grief.
"Never," he admitted after a dreadful, tension-filled silence.
"It's always a ships-passing-in-the-night type of thing."
His voice, on the other hand, was rusty, like if he'd choked on a peanut. And she... she was on the verge of crying. She'd followed in her parents' footsteps and risked everything for the sake of experiencing the present moment. And in the process, he'd lost everything. Their biggest blunder had now become hers as well.
"So...o...o." She drew out the word on a long, quivering sigh. "I guess this is goodbye."
"I guess it is."
"It's
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