She had known that he no longer loved her the last time that he held her hand. His fingers had not quite touched hers. His palms had been angled away. The gentle warmth from the pad of his knuckles had been all that had reminded her that he was, indeed, still standing beside her. In body at least. It would not be long before the warmth disappeared too.
DU LIEST GERADE
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