One Last Afternoon

One Last Afternoon

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He was so beautiful. The tears glistening on his face. The blood on his clothes thick and red in the setting sunlight. I had loved him but now I only love a fading memory of him. Now to tell you how I wasted a year of my life...
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I fell in love with a widower, ignoring the red flags. Until I asked him point blank if, after a year, he loved me. His answer cut deep. Unable to ignore those red flags any longer, I had no choice but to walk. Unfortunately, he wasn't taking it well.

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