Wonder If You Wonder (sequel to red string)

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that was when I saw you.

I was taking the familiar path back to my brothers house, the one that went right by the bench I used to dock my ship on. I think you had claimed the bench as your own.

both you and the bench looked weathered down. You looked grittier and hardened, unlike the bench. I knew that you had changed, more so than I.

I could see it in the way your eyes flicked over the passer-bys without a single interest. You were not drinking in everyone's single detail like you used to do. You did not care for observing anymore.

I was afraid that was all my fault.