He looked in her direction.

He knew he hurt her, yet he wanted to her to be brave.

Just this one time he thought. Next time I’ll make it perfect.

She smiled back at him and he felt relief wash over him.

It wasn’t that big a deal after all he thought.

Every time she hid her pain, he cared a little less.

The only thing that won, was the little distance which increased every time they repeated the same.

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