She couldn’t work out how it started.
He’d grown colder with the weather, his springtime smiles drying up like autumn leaves. Now, as winter lashed against the walls, she was almost surprised the coffee he held hadn’t iced over.
She said: “You don’t need to go.”
He said “Yes I do.”
He looked at her as if about to brush her cheek, a touch calling memories of all they’d shared. A movie montage. A reset switch.
But he just put down his coffee and picked up his coat.
“I love you,” she said.
“I know,” he shrugged. “But I don’t.”
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Nice cheerful start to the new year