That afternoon, he put on his coat and went for a walk.
He was surprised of his own reaction that morning, and he wanted to make up his mind.
After an hour, he came to a park. An empty one.
At least he thought so.
He sat on a bench and closed his eyes, leaning his head.
It was absolutely quiet. But then a sound came to his ears.
A melody. A voice.
Her voice.
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Sadness
Short StoryHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.
