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#2

My lip quivered, watching the smile take over his face from my spot on the bench. He was happy, like I could never make him. His hand clutched hers as if it was his lifeline, while he skirted around personal touch with me. He looked at her as if she was the sun, while I was the rain disrupting a beautiful day. He laughed whenever she spoke, his mouth curling upwards gently instead of downwards as i'd ramble about how my life was falling apart. He'd shake his head, a bitter smile as he reassured me I'd be ok. He was happy, like I could never make him.