This scene is too familiar. I know and remember their faces, the tone of their laugh, the way they hold their glasses and raise them for another foolishly pointless toast. Everything looks the same, yet, somehow, they seem totally different.
“Stay.” I heard him whisper as he put his arm around me, comfortably, almost arrogantly. I remained still, refusing to be disrupted in my contemplation. “The you that I know will stay. For me.” He added.
Without looking at him, I answered. “Exactly.” Then I walked away. As a half smile escaped my lips, I silently told myself, “This is for me.”
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