A Memory

Years later, he would try to remember her face in the cold of the station, the changing shades in her eyes, the smoothness of her skin against his own. But the only thing he ever managed to recall was a will-seeping kiss and a shrinking heart as the doors of the train closed and took her away.

            She never looked back.

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