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He told himself he was over it and went to lunch.
He thought about what she'd order from the menu. How she'd deliberate between choosing the safe, usual option, or trying something new.
He told himself he was over it on the walk home.
He found himself accompanied by memories of them walking down those very streets. It wasn't his intention to divert through the park, either, and think about the way the landscape had changed. He didn't want to miss her hand in his, the reassuring weight of her presence - gone.
He told himself he was over it as he unlocked the front door.
He had a list of chores to be done, busy tasks to kept his mind from wandering too much, to even pause long enough to think of her. One task leading into the next to the next to the next. But then the house was clean again and the thoughts of her returned in the ever present silence. Even while music was playing, he heard it, the absence of her. Instead of the music, meant to distract, he heard the absence of her background vocals, or the snippets of verse she knew and would repeat when it came to a part she didn't.
He told himself he was over it as the sun set and he readied himself for bed, scowling at his reflection in the mirror.
