He arrived at the park at 4pm and waited.
He sat on the swing where he had found her last time.
That time he acted like a supreme dick.
But his behavior was justified (kind of).
Back then, when he saw her like that, he stopped breathing for a while.
Not even all the oxygen in the world seemed to be enough to fill those twenty seconds.
Time just didn't work the same way when she was around.
It was...
Slower, like they were stuck in a photograph.
A black and white photograph burnt in the corner but
not
completely
torn.
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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.
