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She turned, head bowed, walking away from him, holding the flowing blue dress around herself. Through her tears, she struggled to find her footing on the uneven path. She dared not look back, not wanting him to see her this way.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end; this wasn’t what she’d planned. This wasn’t what she’d dreamed of in her yearning for his return. Sleepless nights, endless sighs, tossing, turning, longing till the break of dawn – all for this.