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Three years it had been, since she had seen him and even now they only met by chance. A freak whim of fate, that would throw him in her path after all this time. She watched him carefully while he laughed and picked up the groceries he had dropped when he ran in to her.
He looked...the same. Only his eyes showed the years, only in those pale blue depths did time and the scars show. He walked her to her home, her little fifth floor apartment down the street. And tried to invite himself in.
A year ago she would have let him. Would have smiled, maybe even flirted a little as she opened the door to her life, a life that she had fought so hard to rebuild from the ashes of his leaving.
But she was not the same woman she had been a year ago, nor the same woman that had loved him once upon a time, when she had believed in fairy tales and happily ever after. She had healed in the years of his absence. All the scars were on the inside now. Though she would not -- could not, perhaps -- change her love for him.
So she did invite him in, and she did put on her best imitation of a smile, and could see he didn't know how hollow the gesture felt, how much it hurt, still, after all this time. She knew what would happen between them, knew he would leave her in the early morning before dawn spread its grey light, and not even tape a goodbye note to her bathroom mirror.
She knew, too, how much of her money would walk out of her front door in his pocket.
And how much of her heart. Her soul.
She had never been good at doing what was best for herself. And so she let him seduce her into her own bed, allowed him to touch her like no one since him had.
And he was gone when she awoke.
And that still didn't change her love for him.
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