His smile.
His hair.
His hands.
His scent.
His laugh.
His voice.
It was unfair that after all of this time, she still thought of him. Still woke up feeling empty and alone when she turned on her side, only to discover that their encounter had been in her dreams.
She wipes away a stray tear and berates herself for crying. It's been years since they last spoke. She has no say, no claim, no anything in his life.
He never chose her. Never would choose her.
It was her fate and the sooner she understood this, the easier her life would be.
At least that's what she keeps telling herself.
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