[ She watches him go, his light steps, and swallows that lump in her throat. She must remember that this isn't the life she has, this cannot be more than a dream, no matter how long it lasts. No matter how much she doesn't want it to end. Stifles a breath in her lung that stings. Should hate him, berate him, yell at him, until he was so far away from her she didn't feel guilty for the idea that she might disappear one day. Loathe her, please, that would be easier.
She does none of it, as she gets what she came for, the juice in one hand and steps behind him to kiss fondly between his shoulder blades in passing before she goes past him again. ]
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She does none of it, as she gets what she came for, the juice in one hand and steps behind him to kiss fondly between his shoulder blades in passing before she goes past him again. ]