Fleeting Footsteps

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She doesn't understand why he walks away, with the wind swirling beneath the surface. Nor left with a second glance.

Emptiness hollows away in her chest.

He doesn't understand why she stares, sending glances of sorrow in his direction. He waits to hear the signs of footsteps behind him.

There are none, and the walls of his heart collapse.

I don't understand why I stay here. Knees pulled in tight, silently observing. Eyes narrowed to a slit, shadows slip, memories unfold.

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