He left. Just like that.
She blamed herself, and promised not to sing out loud anymore.
A tear streamed down her face.
Maybe he didn't like the song. Or maybe he just didn't like her.
She took her bag and walked home.
Autumn had come, and the leaves on the trees had fallen some time ago.
She enjoyed the sound they emitted when she walked past them.
She thought it was a sad and beautiful metaphor.
The leaves cracked under her feet, and she cracked under his words.
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Sadness
Historia CortaHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.
